Last night, I awoke to my father screaming my name.
With a cup of mugwort tea and honey in hand, I read a chapter of House of Leaves before nodding off to sleep for the night…
My legs feel like they’re floating up, independent from the rest of my body. Slowly, gradually, chasing the ceiling to nowhere. Am I dreaming this feeling, or is something pulling them to the heavens? I will never know for sure. The next moment will stick with me forever.
My dad screams my name from the ... read more