It's not instant
like in the science fiction movies, it's a lot slower than that, the portal
that takes me home from work, but it's still magic.
I enter it from
the office door, leaving the square building in the outer limits of the city,
where everything seems to be the colour of a nineties computer, beige and faded
and a bit grubby around the space bar.
I slowly edge my
way to another place. Sights blur past me with my glasses off and eyes
adjusting to the light. I don't even realise when I'm nearly there, the
slowness of the portal means my journey’s end sneaks up on me.
At the other end of
the portal the difference is stark. Colours and sounds seem crisper and more
alive. I'm back at home and feel it too. I need a glass of cold water and a
seat afterwards, breathing deep contented breaths as I untie my running shoes.
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