I sat down on the bed and begin telling her about Azelaic and how he disappears.
Flashback
It happens more often than not- waking in the middle of the night. As I become conscious of my surroundings, I am filled with a sense of foreboding. The soft hisses and puffs escaping my lips while deep in the throes of sleep provide the only distraction from the all-encompassing silence. As I strain to hear the sounds of life surrounding me the ominous sensation of being alone, abandoned, is ignited within me. It feels as if Azelaic has left and gone somewhere that I am no longer welcome and I must stay behind, long forgotten. As I open my sleep-filled eyes the only object visible across the vast charcoal void are the numbers on the alarm clock, glowing a garish, violent red as if to say “We are w
