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Submitted to Contest #315
My phone alarm jangles, ‘bird song’ - if the birds were robots blasting synthetic beats, jolting me out of that liminal place between waking and dreaming. I roll over and glance at you, bundled up the way I left you, the way the midwife showed your father and me the day you were born. Moonlight seeps through the blinds like radiation, illuminating your tiny face. This is what they mean when someone ‘sleeps like a baby’ - this peaceful bliss. Not what you’ll be doing in two hours: screaming, face contorted in mammalian rage, so hungry that yo...
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