2003-12-16 - 4:55 a.m.
she sat down next to Paul and put her hand over his.
Paul opened his eyes.
And they never closed again.
Sarah Dolores Maiden woke up taut like a drum skin. Her hair slightly matted, her body drenched in the fertile milk of dream sweat.
Paul.
Wake up.
Wake up, Paul Little. Close your eyes. Make your eyes close and then open them. Please, Paul Little. Please move ..move your eyes one more time. Ju-.. Just move them, Paul.
I said these words to him, knowing he would stay frozen and stay gone.
Sarah thinks i'm dead. The funny thing is, she doesn't know that i am. She thinks i've died and left her. She doesn't know i have. She's got a lot of waiting to do. I've got nothing left to do.
