Room X

There's a time and a place for everything, as the saying goes. Maybe I found it. When the time is never right and the place always seems to be somewhere else. Maybe it IS here. Maybe it IS now. More is almost universally lost by failing to make a decision at all than by opting to make a bad one. I sense something on the other side of the wall. Not pounding, not scratching. Not screaming or rage. Rather a slow and steady thrum. A pulsing. Like a ships engines, felt constantly from some higher deck of a liner. Deep, resonant and insistent, yet somehow altogether far away, difficult to place. But it is there. Unfathomable. Umistakeable. Undeniable. I have yet to wake.