Sleepwalker – James Tierney
Dressed in his wedding suit, he escaped his bedroom and walked the chalk between worlds. I could not say what reality he was experiencing, however, in mine he was now in the garden, swearing through my window. I decided to follow him.
He made it a distance further than Iād seen him go before, all the way to the train station. His body must have been freezing because mine was. He took off his shoes and set himself down on the tracks. Splayed on his back like a flipped woodlouse, he knew the train was coming.
