"April Showers."

My computer's almost dead. I'm tired. It's really weird being in here. I'd better sleep this off, take off my skin, drift. I need to float. I'm pretty sure I'm not drowning. But I'm waiting. Like a baby almost born. We're waiting. Waiting for magic. Magic and miracles. Fairies are whispering and little lights dance on my soaky window pane. It's streaked. Things happen when they happen. Let's not control the universe. Control me. I'm a little open.