Where I live, if what this is is living.

Right now I am in that room downstairs left. Can you see me?

Can you hear my heart, hear the too-thick blood sluicing through me?

05:07 and I've answered all my emails, beaten my head against the mindless wall of self-pubbing wannabes (yes, already) and written a 503-word flash.

And you know what I want, really?

Just a cool hand on my face.