By David Hudacek
I work at a job where I’m not meant to sleep—at night, I mean, and I can’t sleep during the day, not in any real sense, at best a half-sleep. On bad days the sun doesn’t come up, all is twilight or dark, but on good days if the sun is out it’s worse—I can see the horrible brilliance of what darkness has hidden.
Read MoreBy Robbie Maakestad
After Bill Murray swipes the sleep from his eyes, the first thing he checks is whether the sky watched him sleep throughout the night. Its presence brings comfort, for as a child young Billy sometimes awoke to find his mother, or his father even, bent over, watching him sleep—
Read MoreBy Fiona Vigo Marshall
The children call me Sasquatch and say that I live in a hole in the playground. They say that I never get cold, that my body hair keeps me warm as I curl up to sleep. They say I walk the Mexico City metro lines by night, from Tacubaya to Indios Verdes, looking for stray passengers.
Read MoreBy Hana Mason
Sometimes the only thing that gets you off is the thought of your own success. That, or the thought of the neighbour coming over and taking you behind the rotting old woodshed. The housing co-op where you live, where you used to live with your aunt but now just live alone, has backyards from which you can see every other backyard.
Read MoreBy Nicolò Monti
She’s petting a white bunny with creepy red eyes born not long ago. We come and check on it every day because she thinks the cage is too dark and uncomfortable. We set it free and let it roam the old stable for a few minutes, door locked and eyes watchful so it doesn’t run away.
Read MoreBy T Williams
A text from Terry buzzes. Already, Aidan is at attention. Terry’s opening is as aggressive as it is subtle: “Got a six-pack of Stella. Your favorite.” Aidan can’t resist the offer of free Belgian imports. He replies in seconds, “Sure.”
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