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"...Mercy, what's up?" Adam sat next to her, in the curve created at her abdomen. She was fully dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. Her eyes were open and wide, yet blank. She didn't even blink when he spoke her name.
He shifted and knelt on the floor in front of her. "Merce? Sweetie, what's up?" He reached and took her hand to find that it was freezing. She gave her first sign of life though; she gripped his hand. Adam didn't know it and Mercy didn't understand it, but she squeezed his hand out of self-preservation. She squeezed his hand because subconsciously and instinctually, she knew at that moment and in the months to come, that simple action would remain the thing in her life that was least altered.
Adam noticed then that she was trembling with a cold that he himself didn't feel. It began to sink into some part of his consciousness that she was not merely down over a bad day at work or a flat tire. It gripped Adam that something was terribly and probably irreversibly wrong.
"Mercy?" He lightly brushed her hair off her forehead. "Mercy, let's walk out to the living room, ok? We'll get you a blanket and I'll make you some hot chocolate and we can sit on the couch. Up we go."
She blinked and began to focus on him as he slowly turned her legs over the edge of the bed. Her feet touched the floor and it was as if a switch tripped somewhere in her head and she went on auto-pilot. She began to blink and move herself to a sitting position. She was still unreachable, but she was at least conscious that Adam was there. As she righted herself, he could see the red impressions from the pillow etched into the side of her face and he wondered how long she'd been laying there before he came home..."
~~~~~~~more to come
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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
