"maybe we'll cross paths before our bodies do again tomorrow"

woke up confused. not sure what day it was or what i was supposed to do now that i was awake. mario seemed to have climbed out of the NES and unplugged the controller.

at the darkroom, picking up dried prints.
"are you okay?"
strange question when it's the first thing of the day that has been said to you.
"i think so. i mean, yeah."
back home, run into my second friend of the day.
"are you okay?"



















and then the voices were no longer imaginary.