Something in the Walls

by Daisy Pearce

I feel lightheaded and thirsty. Nerves, I suppose. Or the heat.

“We don’t fool anyone harder than we fool ourselves,”

It’s hard to fall asleep, my brain clicking and whirring and jolting like a broken clock.

my expectations and my fragile, beautiful hope.

Then he kept right on going. Safe. Careful. A man who knew all about the heavens and nothing about love.