He woke up at 2. At least he thought he was awake. His eyes were open, but his body felt heavy and cold. He could see Claire in bed next to him, sleeping, with her helmet of brown hair flopped over her eyes and her mouth opening and closing gently, like a fish.
There was a blue glow in the room, and he gradually realized that this was what had woken him. It wasn't coming from the window or the doorway. It was like the light from a TV set, he thought, but there was no set in the room. He rolled his eyes around slowly, trying to find the source.....
--from "Sleep" (by me), originally published by The 13th Story
Monday, September 16, 2013
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