http://slow.writerscafe.org/Arella The original writings of author AA en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021582 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I sit on the edge of my bed, though I feel like I'm sitting on the edge of existence. It's dim where I am. Wailing is pushing its way through the nearby wall. I dig my fingers into my ears so hard that it hurts. I pull my own hair. Nothing I do can relieve me of this pain that has suddenly consumed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arella/1800696/