Decline and Fall

Nothing good comes of exercising. Earlier today, I was peer pressured into taking the stairs up to class instead of the elevator. And, feeling pious, decided to repeat the act on my way down as well, despite the fact that everyone else was taking the elevator. (They were heading straight for ground floor, I stopped at the third, and then went for the ground.) What I did not anticipate, however, was that my school was actually a creepy crypt and/or the set of a horror film. As I descended deeper, the lights grew dimmer, until I passed the second floor door and came across a barrier. To the right of the barrier was a door that said EXIT. Funny, I thought, this doesn't look like the other exit doors, perhaps I'll just go down to L1. So I did. Passing, on my way, a literal hole in the wall where a window should be that revealed a room full of tanks and pipes. But, I pressed on to the bottom floor. Only to discover that there were no doors. So up I went again to the mysterious EXIT sign where the ground floor should be. The door was unlocked, thankfully, but instead of leading to the cafeteria, led to a barren concrete room. One of those rooms that you only see people enter and not exit. Thus, I had no choice but to exercise even more than I had planned, hiking back past the barrier and onto the second floor, where the door led me back to the bustle and normalcy of school. And I found myself the big, well-lit central stairs that lead to the cafe, where everyone acted cheerful and generally pretended there was no hidden darkness right beneath us all. In fact, I'm not even sure what I saw today. It was all so surreal. I may have made the whole thing up.