I felt worse. Like a ghost, I drifted around. Absent from the world but too present. Unable to leave, unable to stay. I was desperate for sleep. I longed for oblivion. I would stare at the stars. At the blackness. At infinity. I felt as if I was being sucked into a black hole. The light I could see from the stars had been traveling for hundreds of years. The stars might even be dead now. I felt as if I was dead, but still somehow transmitting some long-out-of-date light into the world. And nobody had realized I was gone.
