Monday, January 15, 2007

Memories start to fade

After being assaulted by sight and smell and sound., slowly slowly, my memory starts to fade. I try to grasp them but my fingers close upon themselves, grasping nothing but air. The house feels like a big, sterile tomb. I scream aloud and then run to the window. There is no one outside and nothing seems disturbed. Am I dead? Are they?

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