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Twenty Two

John woke up, went to bed, woke up again. Nine past three, light blue and scary. John put a pillow on his head. I'm in a forest, John thought. I'm in a forest. Birds. Crunch. Running water. Outside a car alarm. John peeked out from underneath the pillow, the window looked softer. Jump? No, that would be dramatic. Freeze on the patio, instead. And leave a voicemail on Julie's phone. Sleep first.