He struggled to reconstruct the world he’d left behind while sleeping. First came his body’s painful understanding that Val was not with him in bed, followed by his conscious mind’s recollection of why. That led him to recall 80 and what the old man had told him about Gabe. Henry held his breath and waited for the pain to ebb.It took so long that he had time to wonder if anyone had ever managed to kill themselves like that, just by sheer force of will. His diaphragm spasmed. He gasped for air while multicolored pixels of light floated in from the periphery of his vision.He propped himself up on his elbows.This is not my life. He extended the mantra, filling the room with it.These are not my clothes. This is not my bed. These are not my sheets. This is not my room. This is not my house. And then, strangest of all: This is not my time. He flipped the covers from his body and placed his feet on the floor.
What do You think about The Lost Boys Symphony (2015)?
