(exerpt part II from anthology)
I woke up this morning with the same empty pit that gnaws at my stomach.
On the opposite side of a backward-orientation, I pretend I’m still sleeping.
The elevator slowly moves to the 5th floor and jolts for a split second. As I loose my balance, I am saved from the inevitable motions that propel me through the day.
As the lift continues to move, my brief reprieve has vanished and I exit into the last waking days.
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