I was running! At dawn! Alone!
Everyone was sound asleep but me. I was wide awake. My mind was a tornado. Nan’s intermittent snore was an erupting geyser, the envy of my bizarre world. A fl ash spurt of melancholy rage oppressed my chest. Everything that was happening in my life drove me insane. And those who had recently crossed my path, seemed to have not only hardened and softened my heart but condemned me. Each of their life stories was violent yet unknown, full of dark colors but beyond the light, and pressing with a wilder call, for good listeners. I felt the strongest urge to tell their secrets, and the urge pecked me. I couldn’t sleep. How could I?