- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
BEFORE THE ALARM
I can’t talk about how to stand and stare from such a height that stomach flies up between lungs in shock and tongue halts in its tracks and fear is 350 degrees of air; there’s nothing to hold onto while thinking in overwhelming gasps that falling is death.
And yet the evidence of human existence in a waking world when dawn lights rooftops creating skyline, not war-torn, myriad forms mingling before breakfast side-by-side, tall and gangly looking down at smaller family checking to see if all is well in their world.