October 6, 2017

“I slept, I woke, I slept. I was feverish. Perhaps I was dead in bed, I did not know. I watched the ceiling for so long, as though it might open up to me. A fine crack ran the ceiling’s length and when I looked away, then back, it seemed the crack spread. It reminded me of a crack running through an egg shell…”

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