If it all started with waking up, it would all have to end with sleeping? At least, that is what I thought as I dazed in and out of consciousness resting on a generic black leather couch that was neither long enough to support my height, nor wide enough for me to rest properly on my back. A yellow light shone through the window frame at the corner of the room, but the couch itself, up against the window blocked those harmful rays from my eyes.
Crepuscular rays glistened off the wooden thin pressboard coffee table. I have to laugh that the pale wood compliments the three or four beams that pierce through the windowsill, over the couch, and onto the table. (more…)


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