Reminiscences on another weekend past from the lost room

To continue where we left off, the prisons had all closed at six which was news to me.  I thought they used to be open 24 hours, but everything closes earlier now.  The wind had subsided and the moon now shown through the trees.  The sound of the traffic was gone with no sign of the rushing of an earlier time.  No sound, no light, no movement below.  All that was left to remind me of the past was the fading odor of overcooked porks chops and vegetables from the now dark and abandoned kitchen.

I knew then what I had to do.  It was time to rearange the funiture in the big room that everyone had forgotten about, which was really a shame.  It could have been a comfortable room, even with its unfinished aire.  The shadows of the tree branches on the curtains seemed strange.  I had never noticed them before.  I had never noticed the window.  There were a lot of things I had never noticed before and many more I had forgotten.  Remembering them reminded me of the things that hadn't been forgotten, but should have, so I immediately set about remedying the situation after a brief period of reflection on oblivion in general.  The furniture would have to wait. It had already waited for years...

Is something wrong?  You seem confused, like you don't know what I'm talking about.  What's that?  That's what you were hoping for?  You'll celebrate your success when you're completely unaware of my existence?  That's not a very nice attitude.  I'm worried about you.

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