A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]

Dylan's not very good at confessions. Well, he's not very good at getting involved with people, either—he's not good at 'leaking his soul', he's not good at promises, he's not good at lying. Mostly, though, he's not very good at staying away.

What stories hide behind the people we encounter? This short work explores how our human experiences are both shared and yet deeply personal.

I fell in love with a physicist, and then we lost ourselves. Maybe there are places we can all be happy. We just need to find those places. Or maybe they don't exist.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * NOTE AS OF 04/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012. It is currently being reprised, which you can also find under my profile here in wattpad as "5:48 [reprised]"

where are you headed?