Warm streaks cascade from the corners of my eyes over the curves of my cheekbones as they dissipate into salty memories left on my face and the back of my index and middle fingers on my right hand. The same hand picks up a black box with a red circular button larger than all of the others and presses it firmly as an even larger black box goes to sleep for the evening.
I should be sleeping too. I also should have hugged my best friend before she went to bed. Sleep will be slightly unsettling tonight with images of bombs dropping and German soldiers beating upon innocent people imprinting onto my amygdala.
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