Third January 1st, 2019 · 5:34am Jan 1st, 2021
There was once a space, between the place of your birth and the place where you were, measured in moments of latitude and the relative movement of a distant and uncaring sun.
She still believed in the sun. The same way she still believed in gravity. It was something that was there and couldn't be escaped, but it wouldn't catch her now that she'd started to fall.