Uncommenced

My lips move when I type.

You’re reading a book about spider bites.

I shift around — trying to escape the dust mites.

I see a picture on the wall, strange reflections of the light.

Zero. Zero. I’m supposed to be counting backwards, but, you see, I never started.

--

--

Founder of BrightID

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store