Nothing exists but him.

...if you are one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.

Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore.

"Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed... awake." Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again. "I'm tired of sleeping."

Until, one day, she wasn’t.

We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.

Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.