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In a creaky house, I lay silent. The air conditioning came on as my eyes fluttered open and closed.

Sleep felt near, but I still crawled my head onto the cool wooden windowsill, marred by years of use. My chest felt tight, as it often does, and the pressure felt pointed as if it were drilling down from the middle of my sternum directly through and out of my back. The flickering yellows of the fireflies outside made me feel happy, but not calm. They felt like a reminder that I was alone, sharing a joyful experience with no one.


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