Quill 25 Mortesthesia Image 1 Final Alt“Refill, sir?”

I looked up at the server lazily and gave a weak nod.  She filled my water glass and I watched as the gentle gurgling of water being poured into water tinged the air with a soft pink glow.

I was tired.  My eyelids felt heavy and they burned a little.  I hadn’t slept well again.  I wanted nothing more than to lie down.  But I couldn’t sleep and maybe wouldn’t unless I started making progress, real progress, in making sense of my senses.   Continue reading