Alone in hospital, late one night, tending to my sister’s plight, on my way, to where I’ll spend the night, I hop into the lift.
I pressed button three so wearily, de-ja-vu times infinity, this time, something took control of me, as I counted out the floors I see.
Through reinforced glass in the dead of night, floors speed by in a flash of light. One, I count two, then three and then four? I leave in confusion through the giant steel door.
Did I miss count or could it be true? There’s a hidden floor that you can’t get to? Perhaps it’s a place for unusual creatures or a floor for the rich or just girls with great features.
Well, whatever it is, I’m gonna find it, if there’s fun to be had, well I’m right behind it. I climb both up and down stairs, to fix my confusion, but there is nothing to find, is it some kind of illusion?
I got back in the lift for a second opinion, perhaps I’d been in that twilight dominion, were things aren’t always quite as they seem, like an unconscious state or a wobbly dream, but no! There it goes, like it happened before, I most definitely counted an extra, that’s four!
I imagine the parties they have every night, were everyone’s ill but feeling alright. Were they get-round the piano and everyone sings, with crutches, bear crotches, with pee bags and slings. Where there’s punch in the water and surgical spirit, if you listen close then I think you can hear it, but the strange thing about it, if you ask a nurse, it doesn’t exist and there is nothing there.
Maybe one day, when it’s least expected, when the lift has gone wrong, and left uncorrected, or when every button is pressed all at once, a new floor is revealed, in direct response, then open the gates to a magical tour, unlocking the secrets of the missing floor.
