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THE OCEAN INDOORS by Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam

Remember that time the ocean came in through my bedroom window? Remember that time I woke up choking on sea salt spray, my bed a boat on the sea that had replaced the stained gray carpet?

Remember that time the ocean came in through my bedroom window? Remember that time I woke up choking on sea salt spray, my bed a boat on the sea that had replaced the stained gray carpet? Of course you don’t. You weren’t there any longer. But each night I heard you singing. Remember that tape you left—how quaint, I said when you slipped it in my player, like olden days!—the one I told my therapist I threw away? I didn’t. It was all I had of you left. You sang each night’s lullaby, sang me into a sleep so deep it bled into death. Whether you liked it or not. You probably did. You had a certain affinity for resurrection narratives. Remember that time I woke thick with sweat, salt dried on my skin like sand? Of course you don’t. You weren’t there any longer. How easily tapes break, their black film twisted like seaweed. There’s a reason no one uses them anymore.

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About Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam

Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam
Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam is a fantasist fiction writer and poet with a deep love of cats, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and gardening. Her work has appeared in over 40 magazines and anthologies such as Clarkesworld, SmokeLong Quarterly, and Everyman's Library's Monster Verse. Her novelette “The Orangery” is a finalist for the 2016 Nebula Award. She hosts the annual Art & Words Show in Fort, Worth, Texas. In 2015 she released a collaborative fiction-jazz album Strange Monsters. You can visit her on Twitter @BonnieJoStuffle or through her website: www.bonniejostufflebeam.com.