It's dark and the rats are eating my sleep. They feast on my lack growing fat and fearless. I've been in bed for three hours, tossing and turning, and each time I slide from consciousness into that darkened stage of the first dream, the crinkle of paper o…

"I think I've reached my breaking point" he said, though nobody was there to listen save for a few dust bunnies under his bed.

He had been lying there for at least four hours just sort of staring at the ceiling of his motel room. It wasn't a grimy motel,…