Chapter Three

Corbin

The alarm goes off, but I’m already awake.

I don’t remember sleeping much. My brain just wouldn’t quit, kept running through shapes and colors until I finally gave up and started sketching again.

The first light of morning’s bleeding through the blinds. It’s quiet except for the hum of the heater kicking on. My pencil scratches against the paper, soft and steady. The phoenix I’ve been worki