I sit in the glow. My vision, straight out to its most peripheral points, inherits the glow. The glow is all around me. My face wears a smile that betrays me.
I brush off the sandy crumbs. They hit the floor and meld into the once-white rug. The sweetness that moments ago crept down my throat has now tangled my stomach. The sweet turned suddenly sickly. I am all at once wired and exhausted. I lie down on the couch and fall asleep with my eyes open. That's enough to scare even the truest friend.
I wake up at nothing o'clock. The glow is still there. I forgot to turn off the glow. I am still flat.
I trip my way to the white bathroom. Light. Bright. I wish I may, I wish I might.
I make my way to the bed. I close my eyes and see dreams smeared across the sky. Projectiles of the mind. Fragments of a lifetime before or one yet to come.
