Sleep came and went sporadically. Wakefulness and restfulness meshed into one, and at some point I stopped trying to decipher which was which. I just allowed the swirls of black and the wisps of white to mingle and create streaks of grey. Everything seemed so dark, even in my dreams.
When I was awake, and was able to stay awake, it was light outside. But there was no sun. A blanket of grey hung in the sky like smoke, thick enough where the outline of the sun couldn’t be distinguished. My nose twitched as I picked up the smell of appending rain, my skin feeling sticky with anticipation...and sweat. It felt strange, being able to predict the weather on a more personal level.
I was alone, which was mostly a relief—although also, in a way, unusual. I remembered Zacharias had told me I was go
