Jolie stared.      All night the stars danced in the moonlit sky. Now, these stars gasp in the dawning sky as the first rays of the morning star tiptoed through the field. Her last chance was leaping out the window....

I am merely a black silhouette in the room. Something plagued by the dreaded psychosis. I am a burnt-out shell of my summery youthful self. These days every moment has a wintry hallucination – flurries of racing thoughts rage in the lacerating gales...