I had that dream again.
The crescendo heard a world away – Mackie awoke to the sound. Sweat – cold? – slicked his body. Beside him, Angel – who slept soundly even during the loudest storms – traversed parallel dimensions. Cobey should’ve called by now.
Autumn was in the distance, Mackie saw looking out the painted window. A shit job. Make a note never to allow anyone other than myself to create an artificial night.
“Come back to bed,” the voice said. “There’s nothing to see here.”
“It’s like I relive it every day,” Mackie said. “And I cannot erase it from my memory.”
“Come back to bed,” the voice repeated. “It’ll be okay when you wake up.”
Shot glass by the typewriter spilled over. A few empty bottles of pills – dietary? sleep aids? over the counter medications used as narcotic substitutes? the fuzz was cracking down on things like that. you couldn’t buy anything without showing an ID and the pharmacist writing down your information down in a little book.
Freedom with a price, isn’t that what they said? After the horrible sounds. Were we ever free in this world, or was that all imaginary?
“So where were you?” The question asked around the world. Followed by, “What were doing?”
“I’d just awaken,” he’d say. “It was hard for me to sleep, even in those days. I closed my eyes and just tried to drift off, but something kept calling me to turn on the TV.”
“And I saw the footage on a continuous loop.”
“What did you think?”
“Must really suck to work there.”
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