Jasmine's singing, the water turns on. The ceiling an arching cathedral that reaches to bring sound through open doorways, across a littered linoleum floor, and into this room. A king size bed. Outside on the road way traffic's coming and going acceleration..a lullaby.
I'm alive, but not in the only breathing kind of way. I can hear my heartbeat, can follow the path of my thoughts. Clarity/.
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