with J at last in the dark (salvation chronicles 2:3)
despite the dangers we sense in the woods, the peace i sense at night with J
this is salvation chronicles 2:3
a memory from the mid 1990s
i was sleeping alone in a room at my grandparentsβ secluded cabin in a washington state forest. i woke up in the overwhelming dark, hopelessly tangled in my sheets. after a few uncomfortable jerkings, i finally sat up, grabbed the blanket, and untwisted the thick fuzzy fabric from around my legs. next i intended to straighten the sheets.
photos my own
βhold this,β i said.
i handed one corner to the pitch-black fingers which i saw beside me. these fingers took the corner of the blanket. at first these fingersβ presence seemed natural to me, as if it were self-understood that something was here with me.Β
but then i froze in terror as i beheld:
the blanket had not fallen when i released the soft fuzz from my own hands.
there should not be fingers there, i realized. there cannot be fingers there. yet the blanketβs corner remained firmly in the air.
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