I follow you into the apartment, not really knowing what to expect. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I knew I’d end up here the moment we bumped into each other at the reunion.
Baggage
Darkness slow and deep, quiet, still, unmoving, unbreathing in a dark, sugary sleep: no pain, no joy, no sight, no sound, no taste; she remained floating, distant. She wouldn’t wake up, she’d stay in this cotton-wool world, its soft, sleepy music lifting her up through the roof, the banisters, the rooms up above, through the … Continue reading Baggage
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