Time stands still, days blend together, life has no bookmark. Those wealthy few relish their automated blinds, though a inadequate replacement for the majesty of a sunrise. The rest toil without. Get up, hit the alarm, open the blinds, repeat. A digital display decides the end of day, restfulness dictated by a blinking light....

Breath in, breath out. He didn’t mean that. The staccato blasts drowned out the mantra in my head.

Shifting my weight, I take a calculated risk and only glimpse my attacker fleeing behind the pillar.

Darts, another...