MOUTHMore.
The word was still a whisper, barely more than a breath, but Gary knew it would get louder. It always did. Once it got so loud he couldn’t ignore it, he’d have to obey. He hoped to find a way to shut it out, but so far all his attempts had failed.
Gary sipped his coffee, wishing he had enough energy to run, and watched half a dozen residents of the Juniper Ridge apartment complex chase a squirrel. Each time they came close to grabbing the little bastard, his entire body tensed, the anxiety and excitement creating a terrible friction inside him. When the animal switched direction and scurried free of their grasp, the friction disappeared beneath crashing waters of disappointment. He wanted to join them, but his legs were too tired. Just climbing from his bed, making the coffee,
