Mary Margaret Park

She was in a daze, sick to her stomach—Rose rolled over and buried her head beneath the covers—the afternoon sun kept poking through the blinds, a reminder that productive people didn’t stay in bed all day, a reminder that they got out and worked, and didn’t spend the whole day hiding, afraid to come out. [...]

I dreamt redemption; a faraway landscape where the novelties of human existence are but a passing lane in traffic; a linear tastes testing circuit where nothing but all things welcome are permitted without quandary. I dreamt redemption in a time when all things stopped, and I couldn’t dream anymore. I felt redemption when I slept [...]