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My existence, if that is what this is. Do I exist? I know that I did, but I am not sure now. I am weightless, formless. I am a thought? A consciousness? I can’t really be sure. I would go mad if that were possible. Hell, maybe I already have. There are times when I live in a memory, and it seems so real, only to awaken to this infinite sleep. My only comfort is to be in this room. The room I once shared with the love of my life. It is empty now. The furniture we once picked out together, gone. The bed we made love in, gone. But I can bring it all back. I can remember it just as it was. My thoughts drift through this house. I think about my daughters sleeping in their rooms, and I am transported there. The scenery changes with each changing thought. What would I do without this house? I believe I would disappear entirely. That thought brings with it a fear that I have never experienced so deeply. I must not stop thinking. I can’t allow myself to forget. If I forget, I am truly gone. I go through this house remembering every detail: The pictures of the girls on the mantle. Stanley’s old burgundy leather chair in the study with the tattered and torn left arm. I hated that chair. I always wanted to get him a new one. But he insisted on keeping it. Now that chair keeps me from fading away. This house keeps me from fading away. I will never leave it. I will hold on to it with all that I am. My house.