Literature
MIA
Everything had been so odd lately. James had felt it long before it started taking an effect, he just didnt know what it was. For the last few days hed been wandering the house aimlessly, picking objects up, and putting them down in random places, rearranging small things as well as some furniture. He noticed his thoughts had become much more erratic, almost desperate. He hadnt read a book in weeks. He felt like his mind was unraveling and now he knew exactly why.
It was strange that he hadnt noticed sooner. He thought that if this day ever came he would have noticed immediately and, perhaps, celebrated. Instead it