Stories
Short pieces. Rooted in truth. The kind of moment you almost missed.
Someone Else Entirely
It’s 2 am.
I rolled out of bed to take a dump, and now I’m staring at the wall, wondering if I had slept or if I am currently sleeping. I didn’t plan this—to be up at some ungodly hour questioning my reality. But I didn’t not plan this either.
Let me explain.