Which One is Reality, Though?

There's the stairs, the light from the lower landing which glares like some hellish mouth opening to swallow souls, and I suddenly feel alive.

"There is no one else who, in this moment, has ever or will ever see this exact place, this exact time happening as it is happening through my eyes, through my sense organs, whatever," I think as bounce up the steps two at a time. The door in front of me bobs like looking through the world's worst steadi-cam.

I knock on the door, I hear Katie, the cat, my in-laws, waiting behind the door, waiting for my return from my foray through the rain, waiting for everything to snap back into the quotidian day-to-day thoughtless busy-ness of reality.