Seven days. I’ve been stuck in this godforsaken place for seven frickin’ days. Or has it been more than a week? Months? Years? I can’t tell anymore. It started when I visited a corn maze with my friends. It had
Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry, Go to sleepy little baby. When you wake, you shall have All the pretty little horses. – African-American lullaby The woman walked slowly to the well. It was a hot, dry day, and the smell of
Remember two years ago when I decided to change my lifestyle and lose weight?
At long last, I am awake. I have been drifting in this inky blackness for so long that I’d almost forgotten what consciousness felt like. Was it just yesterday I kissed my mother goodbye and crawled into my stasis capsule?