Kevin Hanson

I am alive and breathing. My heart's beating and my brain's synapses are firing. I just swallowed some saliva.

Lamps and candles light this room. The gentle hum of the fan next to me straightens out my crooked mind. A cat keeps my feet warm.

The room's windows are open. A motorcycle driver revs up his engine and the squeal of rubber laying down on pavement cuts through the peaceful evening, making me realize there's still a living world on the other side of that wall.

Time for another Coke Zero or two.