Wakefulness.

Staring into the dust-free abyss of morning, there were no leaps and bounds of energy. I felt as blank as the canvas that lay before me in the form of luxurious living space – glowing as a somewhat orderly and untouched beacon of downtown, high-rise living. Nothing had changed. For days I had moved through the spaces of this house in a ghost-like state, leaving no absolute evidence that I truly ever existed other than the hours clocked by the television remote.

Excerpt from my short story, Wakefulness.  This short story will be published in the Sine Cera anthology this April (2014).

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