I’m exhausted, but I know it’s all in my head. My body sleeps in a permanent slumber, but my mind defies all logic by even thinking this way.
Jude dropped me home after dropping the bombshell from hell. I cringe, suddenly hating to use that word. I’m not a religious person, but there is no denying some godly happenings are occurring around me.
I’ve come to realize that I’ve seen what I want to see. And so do the dead. Some know they’re dead, like Jude and Charley, while others, like Henry, Debra, and a laundry list of others, walk around like they’re still alive. Whether they just don’t want to accept their fate, or it’s just too farfetched to fathom, I don’t know. All I can think about is Bruce Willis’ character in The Sixth Sense. He’s walking around, doing everyday things like he’s st
