The thoughtless peace was failing, as a tide of beautiful and troublesome images crowded my consciousness—thoughts of strangers with guns, menacing shadows, a dark haired woman with smiling eyes, an old man with worn, ebony skin. And thoughts of my father, memories that I had never been able to conjure before.
Everything pulsed electric and my body tingled uncomfortably. It was as if my blood was slowing, my muscles failing. I couldn’t move another inch, and the rustling stopped. The air again turned to static, and I knew I wasn’t alone.
It’s behind me.
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