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Ceiling-to-floor with tarantulas. A pink cotton candy bed, gumdrop pillows. A hatch, leading to a tank full of orange juice. Cracked glass, an opaque window, a leak. Drenched with rain. An umbrella resting in the corner. A ceiling, inverted, I’m standing on the roof. Purple sunset. Clear skies. Jump to the next roof, through a chimney, like Santa Claus, endless night.