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

the salvation chronicles: days in the life of a fanatical christian teenager

a memory from the mid 1990s

i was sleeping alone in a room at my grandparents’ 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

“hold this,” 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 fingers’ presence seemed natural to me, as if it were self-understood that something was here with me. 

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 blanket’s corner remained firmly in the air.

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