This is a repost from my old fudged.org domain blog. I'm putting it up here to get it archived in the new site but maybe also to spur a little desire to revise and finish it as a proper short story.
It’s morning.
I think anyway. A quick look to the time, silently hovering a few inches above my nightstand confirms the fear. I once thought that the older I got the easier it would be to get up and go to ...