It had been another long day as I dragged my feet up the glass, spiraling stairs, trying to blink and rub the blur out of my vision. I gripped the stair rail tightly, pausing at the top to widen my eyes. Slowly, two blurred and neon green rectangles conjoined into a single form; my bedroom door. With it, everything else began to snap into place, and the swaying grew still. I let out a sigh, knowing that this clarity would only last so long as I didn’t move.
I stood at the t...
