Ann Marie Tajuddin
For a long time nothing moved except the passage of time and then, without any indication or warning, his eyes snapped open and his great, gulping breaths swallowed up the silence and the calm. A hand reached out blindly, snagging the picture off of the table. He brought it into his field of vision and gazed at it, his respiration slowing like it was a drug. He traced the image with one fingertip, a sad smile curling his lips and bringing recognition into his eyes. Both arms wrapped around the picture, clutching it to his chest as he drifted back to sleep.