Its like I cant stop moving like Im on the top of a wave. It is electric, and it is filled with fluid and energetic motion. Pulses come out from the fiber at different times. They still manage to jolt me when I hear them, like the breath of rats contains trace quantities of carbon disulfide. Strange, scintillating, siren-like, they approach across the fields and pastures of my rumpled cotton sheets. Do you recall what she was wearing?” “Something dark.” “Do you remember her hair?” Then came the shocking realization that she didn’t have a head. Is that what I remember in high speed mode? I never remember if I was actually awake or not. There was no woman or man on this planet, mortal or immortal. My last meal consisted of lobster tail, butterfly shrimp, baked potato, strawberry cheesecake, and sweet tea. Then I became air.

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