Splicing-Latent
-He rolls over in his bed, his eyes moving rapidly underneath his thin, almost translucent eyelids. The rain outside crashes against the window, a stampede of ants, crushing any possibility of seeing the world outside. With a sudden snap, his eyelids roll back in his head and he exhales a long frothy breath. A cloud with a haze, taken from the moment of waking, the stealing moments of dreams. He breathes heavy as he sits there, the blanket strewn to the ground. It’s the same blanket that has been there every morning at his waking; the same blanket that he […]