The Big Bang (Continued)
The highway to Chad’s is straight and long. It’s nighttime. My head still hurts and I’m uncomfortable alone. Since the concussion, I feel lost without the context of another person. I don’t trust my thoughts.
The Big Bang
It was dark in the hallway. The thick, inky kind of darkness that erases everything, including yourself, paints it all black. From the light switch to my bedroom is six quick paces. Enough time, apparently, to build some serious momentum.
I am Unshakable.
It’s cold now. The kind of cold that makes changing into your wetsuit in the parking lot seem like a nearly insurmountable obstacle. And taking it off? Forget it.
