Chapter 5: Deep Space SparkleDear Bump,
When I opened my eyes this morning, I said a prayer.
Yes, I stared at Nick’s peaceful face on the pillow and prayed. I could feel a presence, an all-consuming presence, right there in the room with us. It was a kind and benevolent energy. The sun was on Nick’s white-blond hair and I watched him though the blur of my tears. I’d stopped believing in God years ago, but when I was in a coma, something happened to me. Something attached itself to my soul. I can’t tell Nick about it. He’d think…
He’d think I’m losing it. And maybe I am. I don’t know.
When I paint, that presence, that spiritual guide, is always there with me. The moment my brush touches the canvas, the second a color stains it, I know I’m not alone in my soul. There’s something there th
