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 Six
We had been on a long flight and we hadn’t slept and when we came into land I could see all the lights from the city. The lights were really beautiful and nice and sparkly. I stared at those lights. I stared at them and suddenly felt better about everything. I know it sounds crazy, but staring at those light made me feel like nothing was going to break anymore.
