The Red Boy and His Infinite Cube
Night after night, the same events, glimpses and snippets of the ineffable, repeat; gradually clinging into my conscious mind. A username and a password come to mind. Something starting with C-H and then two surnames. The first one of those starts with a Z; that much I’m sure of. The second one begins with an E, I think. Two twin accounts can, or rather could, be accessed with those credentials. I feel like I’ve logged in a thousand times, but I can only remember a few of those. I’m never sure which is which, but using the first name and the surnames in the correct fields grants access. Do it backwards and end up backwards, I guess. When I type the credentials in the wrong places I wake up facing the wrong side. It’s so unnerving, and yet completely necessary. I always sleep on my left side; I’ve heard it’s good for your GI tract or something like that, and I just feel more comfortable that way. I’ve been sleeping that way for decades, which is why I’m so annoyed every night I wake up ...