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Day Seven （Joy Moore）

Joy Moore

Day Seven

Waking on the floor of Mitali’s bathroom, I try and fail to get up.

The air is heavy, so heavy my limbs can’t compete. Lights flash behind my eyes, and I wonder if the pain will ever stop.

And then all at once, everything is dark. I’m back in time. The sticky floor of the Echo. The first chords of “Lovesong” pulsing through my veins as I wake and see Benny’s lopsided smile and wild copper curls. “There you are,” he says.