from the basement. from the basement, the main staircase floods. the water. it is coming from the basement. somewhere in the basement. it hovers, stagnant. the water in the basement. stagnant; clear, blue, murky, blinding. when i see the water from the basement, clear and clean and unending and dark, i know that touching it will kill me. if i try to hold it, the water will pull me in, deeper and deeper and deeper until my eyes pop and i explode. i see it, the water from the basement. there is a door in the basement, nestled in its winding depths. i know, i know, i know about the door. i know what is behind it. i know what is hiding there. i know what the water is trying to tell me, i know where it will bring me if i touch it. if i touch the water, i know it will take me to the door and show me what i cannot deny.