Page 66 of Glass (Crank 2)

the obsidian sky

brimming

with stars. An orange

harvest moon lights

the semideserted

highway, and my

confidence

in my ability to

reach home, all in

one piece, grows with

every mile left

dissolved

in my wake. I am

wide awake, buzzed

to the nth degree.

I drive slowly, lost

in thoughts

of Hunter, hopefully

sleeping soundly;

of the things that led

up to having him;

of what life

would be like if he had

never been conceived.

I would never have

thought I

could

consider living without

him; never would have

thought I might

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