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She was a few minutes late again. Not late enough for anyone to say anything. People at work had long since gotten used to it. One person gave a brief wave, another did not even look up. She hung her jacket over the chair in the office and immediately thought again of the call she had m...
When she opened her eyes, it was already late in the morning. The sun was shining through the window, and under the blanket it was slowly getting too warm. She stayed where she was for another moment and looked toward the door. The trousers from the night before we...
In the weeks when sleep began to feel lighter, he started to take an interest in the moments in between. Not in dreams in the usual sense, not in their images or their strange logic. It was something else that held him. A brief state in which the night was not yet ove...
No sound had woken him. No dream had been torn apart. The room lay still around him, in that depth of night when even familiar things lose their names. The wardrobe was a block. The chair by the door a shape. The window a pale surface, beyond which there was nothing to...
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