Sometimes, in the blur between sleep and consciousness I dream I’m kissing you. Even if you don’t yet exist.Short Story Number Six Hundred and Ninety Two
Today we were going to catch the train and stare out of the windows and watch everything go by. You said you always did this when it felt like your insides were breaking. So this is what we did. And I have to say, it did kind of help. I did feel better afterwards. I saw buildings and fields and cars. I saw some frost on the ground that looked like little broken stars, and I thought it was pretty.
