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The light in the window of the room that was never there.

The Day the Dream Ended

An endless moment when you turn over in bed and feel compelled to open your eyes.

"Between deaths, I dream. I emerge from a bloodstained tub and rise and drift and sway skyward with every warm breeze; a flawless photonic butterfly. With the planet fading behind me, I traverse the vacuum of space where I sip cosmic radiation, not for sustenance, but for gratification. I bathe within the nebulous plasma of stellar nurseries and ethereal tongues of inquisitive flames stretch to lap at my form with an unconstrained longing to give me pleasure. My consent is instantaneous and eternal. Every constellation turns to observe my ecstasy and smiles as the light that left me returns in a hot, joyous burst. The forgotten blue of the Earth I leave behind is a monochromatic vulgarity next to this omni-spectral kaleidoscope of the heavens I share only with God itself. I am home."

This is the first new story I’ve shared in five years, and it will also be the last piece I post on Unsettling Stories.

I already think know I'll love it.

simultaneously thrilled to see a new story after so long & crushed to read the phrase 'last piece I post...'

very much hoping that you're continuing to share your writing in some format somewhere - and if so, hoping that I'll be able to find it despite my current state of nonexistent social media usage.

Cixousian