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The Big Broadcast by Lisa Locascio
I felt as if I had slept for hours, but it was still light outside when I woke. Kristian snored softly under his miniature gray duvet. I slipped out of bed and walked naked to the front of the apartment, feeling like a ghost passing through the rooms, my body contrasting with everything: walls, floors, light. Even the shadows were lighter than me.
KJP