Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I wish I could jump up and grab hold of the fan and have its arms rotate me. Then I could feel connected to its regularity and have a nice breeze on my body. Advertisements
Happy birthday America, may your candles light up the world and an infant immigrant’s face with the wish already granted by your existence.
The eyes did not blink. Do fish even sleep? thought Kyle, as he tapped the glass of the small aquarium that he bought on sale at LowMart. He remembered how right past all the gardening gear, with its platoon of plastic rakes and standing soil, the aquarium section had begun. It had seemed to glow fantastically… Continue reading Second Chance