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Prologue

I am flat on my back, I think

It’s hard to say, because I feel like I’

I’m the perfect temperature Not hot, not cold

Nothing bothers me here, not in this abyss Worries, stress, reality All are gone Far from me, far from here

I can’t feel

I can’t think

I don’t need to

Still, even though it’s perfect here, and black and void, so ht, and I realize that it bothers me because I shouldn’t be here

This is an old fa time

Oblivion

How did I get here?

What the fuck happened?

I furrow my brow and try to think…

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Chapter One

Pax

Pushing back fro my arms

My leather shoes squeak when I move, and my toes are confined

I fucking hate wearing suits

Glancing at my watch, I realize the time

“Darab the phone and punch the button for my assistant