Where are you? And I'm so sorry I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight, I need somebody and always this sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime and as I stared I counted webs from all the spiders… — Udigwe Vinsnt Copy Share Image
“Holl?” Seth turned over. “Where you going?” “Home. Sorry. Go back to sleep.” I pulled on my sweatpants. “But we have all night.” He pushed to his elbows. “I know. I can’t.” My voice sounded hoarse, hollow. “I don’t feel… — Julie Anne Peters Copy Share Image
