The Escher Poster
Unbeta-ed I was amusing myself with this.
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The Escher poster was glaring at her again. Sarah didn't quite understand how it did it but yet there it was looking at her without eyes and managing, somehow, to procure a look of injured petulance. She pinned the sheet back over it, she'd pay for it later of course but then really it was her own fault for breaking the mirror gateway in the first place. Grumbling Sarah climbed off her bed and made her way out of her room carefully not touching any of the walls. She could never be sure where that poster would turn up these days just waiting for her to brush unsuspectingly up against a seemingly innocent wall. It was getting to the point where she didn't want to lean against doorways either just in case the Labyrinth had somehow found out about black holes or giant vacuum cleaners.
Apart from the wall paranoia which thankfully limited itself to her small apartment Sarah led what she supposed was a moderately normal life in a world where she couldn't lean against her own walls without fear of being sucked into farieland. On the few occasions that people were allowed to come to her apartment she got around having the walls covered up by complaining to her friends and family about a hideous damp problem that the building supervisor was failing miserably to get rid of. She tried to keep human contact in her apartment to a minimum which led to an exciting lack romantic activity.
Sarah now days kept her excitement at a distance preferably at the other end of a rather long pole it tended to stop the poster from appearing at odd places i.e. at her dates or on one memorable occasion on the shower wall. A mild concussion and a bruised butt later Sarah sat down and laid down some house rules with the Escher poster. Head of the list was that the Labyrinth should attempt to procure her in the shower again, ever. After that it was mostly a matter of being a little bit cautious and trying not to freak out when ever Toby had long conversations with it on his stays at Sarah's.
Life was as normal as she could get working in a bookstore that kept her in contact with fantasy although she was desperately trying to switch to science fiction. If only they weren't catalogued on the same shelf she thought. The most excitement came from children crying over the latest Harry Potter book enough in itself to strain her self control over not saying the words.
But things were fine or so she repeatedly reminded herself until the next time the Labyrinth got bored of course, which it did, and made her start dreaming again.