The Hourglass House

A house of wood and glass. A long flat field where the floorboards are all made of glass too, each one flat and cut in a different way. The windows are tall and framed by open space. I stand at a table set for dinner with someone who has just arrived. There is a letter addressed to me in my own handwriting on the table. I pick it up and read a single sentence out loud: "I will be leaving." A door opens onto another door, like a gateway or a hallway, but not a room that connects two other rooms. I do not remember who the person reading is.

A letter from someone who has just arrived.