Sam
My eyelids weigh a ton each. Minimum! Maybe even more. And my body is made of lead. A shame for someone like me who can change the properties of a human body whenever he wants. But still. My gift seems to be missing. It’s as relaxing as it is frightening. Relaxing, because I don’t have to worry about hurting anyone unintentionally, and scary, because I’m defenseless. I am having a hard time gathering my thoughts about the events of the last few hours. I do, however, recognize the hand shaking mine. I would always recognize it, even with my eyes closed. My sister has held it for me so much over the years. She has always been a great comfort to me. Except I’m sure I haven’t had any nightmares, which is actually rare enough to note, so why does my sister seem to think I’m going to need h
