Employing Jonathan Livingston Seagull thinking, I strained to believe I could fit inside the keyhole, that I was standing in the keyhole. Suddenly I was.
I couldn't believe it.
I was dreaming which meant I could control things, could even fly!
That's how I fell thirty-three inches to my death. It was no dream.
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