“Twilight”
“The shadows from the street-side trees and storefront awnings spilled out across the sidewalk like dark ponds, threatening to swallow Skylar when he entered them. As the light of the world had been muted, so had its sounds. Stray cars whooshed by like flaws of wind. The birds must have misplaced their songbooks. The world reminded him of a child tucked under the covers but not yet asleep: who yawns and drowsily looks over at the bedside table for his favorite toy, who notices the restless shaking of the oak tree boughs outside his window, who gets momentarily frightened by the shadow moving across the ceiling, but who, with each passing second, loses his grip on the external world, as his astral body enters a lighter and freer one, where his imagination will run wild.”