The sun struck my eyes as I rubbed the sleep off them. I stretched and yawned and felt the air. The little hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight. I couldn't help but smile because deep inside ... [+]
A secret disclosed in art class: the face is five eyes wide. You pencil the extras in and then erase them, but in every crowd they're impossible to unsee— one for the dead, one for the dream life, one for the yet-to-be— gazing at you from the other side of time.