erick-escolero

        The hour is early and it's pretty quiet.. I have my earphones on, but nothing is playing. I'm sitting down looking at the bright light of the screen. The rest is pitch black, except a small blue blinking light in the adjacent corner of the room and the blaze on my hands above the keyboard. I hear cars pass by blocks away from the apartment and the fan in my computer working... still working after a long day with low rest. 4:20 am is the time. I had to check. I thought it was earlier. I'm trying to write... I haven't done it in years. Last time I was still in California. It was a short story. I still remember it, but this time... somet