Tucker Cummings

Chapter 221: Waking or Flying

In Uncategorized on August 9, 2011 at 4:32 am

And then I wake up, back in bed, still too doped to move.

When you spend your life sliding between the cracks of the worlds, like some creature from a sci-fi movie, your whole life feels like a waking dream. It’s no wonder I have such a hard time telling my dreams apart from my waking life.

Fregoli delusion. That even sounds like a made-up condition.

When I get out of here, I’m taking them all with me in a blaze of glory.

I may not be well, but I’m sure I’m not crazy.

There’s a knock at the door.


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