I wake up much too late today. It’s grey outside and damp. The dampness acts like a muffler and I can’t hear anything at all except the fan of the computer and the buzz of the desk lamp. I blink to try to keep my eyes open. Even though it’s noon, it’s very nearly dark in here. I didn’t turn on the radio or even the TV as sometimes I am accustomed and it’s quiet as a crypt.

I don’t have any email or phone messages either. I feel forgotten, untethered. Perhaps the rapture came and I have been left behind. I feel like I should test the rules to ensure they still apply. I want to scream; perhaps sound no longer carries. I want to gently push myself off of the ground; perhaps gravity only works because we believe it does.

I am cut off. Perhaps my atrophy is complete. Forgotten always sounded a little too active. I am not forgotten. I am just no longer remembered.

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