Microserfs

And as Karla and I lay there, the two of us - the all of us - with our flashlights and lasers, cutting the weather, extending ourselves into the sky, into the end of the universe with precision technology running so fine, I looked at Karla and said out loud, "You know, it's true."

And then, I thought about us . . . these children who fell down life's cartoon holes . . . dreamless children, alive but not living - we emerged on the other side of the cartoon holes fully awake and discovered we were whole.

I'm worried about Mom . . . and I'm thinking about Jed, and suddenly I look around at Bug and Susan and Michael and everybody and I realize, that what's been missing for so long isn't missing anymore.

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