

Stillness and the Table


Stillness and the Table There was a moment—brief, barely noticeable—where I felt as if I had drifted off into the deepest sleep imaginable, the kind of sleep where dreams cease, where time loses its grip. It was peaceful. But something was wrong. The transition from life to whatever this was—a state neither here nor gone—felt like slipping beneath deep water. One moment, there was light, sound, breath,