Powerless

Anyone up for a little breaking and entering?

These days she always moved like that, as if she were made of glass in a house full of hard edges.

You know, as you get older the gray matter starts to fail on you and your memories get all fuzzy—they disappear into mist.

I don’t remember much from my childhood, but I do remember staring out that window and dreaming. I bet I had wonderful dreams….

She might even have a doll hidden on her somewhere. Well,