Stranded
-Consciousness calls. It sounds like the creak of rusted screen doors being harassed by the arid cold breezes of the desert. I wake with a headache, on a tattered mattress in a run down motel room. The kind of place that seems a mirage in the summer. Now, simply the frozen ruins of someone’s dream, harboring the ghosts and illusions long since lost. My eyes open and I can see the dust swirls in the room. The bed creaks as I raise my eyes to make out the darkened images. The shades are drawn and the light just barely manages […]