The Starless Sea

I’m sitting in front of the door. There’s a little bit of light beneath it.

The sun is going down, but the light under the door hasn’t changed.

I don’t know what to do.

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I don’t know what you’re supposed to do when you find what you didn’t know you were looking for and you weren’t even certain it existed anyway and then suddenly you’re sitting on the floor of an abandoned Canadian library face-to-face with it.

I’ve been huffing that citrus oil that Z’s mom gave me but I don’t feel mentally clear.

I feel lemony and insane.

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I went outside and sat on the hood of my car and watched the moon rise. There are so many stars. I found Orion.

I put my Moon tarot card in my pocket and I have my feather key. It still has the tag on it. The handwriting is the same as the note that was on my car.

For Kat when the Time comes

Come and See

I’m leaving this notebook here in my car just in case. I don’t know why. So someone knows. So there’s a record, if something happens. If I don’t come back.

So someone maybe somewhere sometime will read it and know.

Hi, person reading this.

Katrina Hawkins was here.

These things happened.

Sometimes it might sound weird but sometimes life is like that.

Sometimes life gets weird.

You can try to ignore it or you can see where weird takes you.

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You open a door.

What happens next?

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I’m going to find out.

Zachary Ezra Rawlins wakes, gasping, his new heart hammering in his chest.