Middle of the Night

by Riley Sager

Even back then it struck me as unbearably sad for a boy to know he was no one’s first choice for a friend.

There are always so many thoughts rolling through his brain that he gets overwhelmed and melts down. He imagines them as marbles, cracking into each other and careening off the inside of his skull. A near-constant stream of motion and color and distractions.

He doesn’t like that he gets so mad so often. He tries not to let it happen. But with all those thought marbles swirling through his head, there are bound to be violent collisions.

he realized he wasn’t the only one who didn’t feel seen. That the world was filled with entities who were here but invisible, present but ignored.