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... p> I lie there and count my breaths. One, two, three. The dead thing with the zipper for a mouth is still dead. The crack in the ceiling still insists there’s a sky somewhere. The puddle still returns a face that belongs to me but looks like it stole my jawline from a younger man who sleeps eight hours and eats breakfast.
On breath four, a translucent blue screen pops into existence a handspan from my nose. It lets the cave show through and follows my eyes when I try to look away, which ...
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