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Sleep gave way from the inside.
Something else gave way with it.
He woke without knowing what had shifted.
But something had.
The house was unchanged.
Objects in place.
Even the silence.
But it no longer held.
He moved through the rooms
as if testing a structure
that had stopped answering.
Nothing had collapsed.
Nothing had broken.
That was the fracture.
Everything still worked.
Except him.
At the office, the air felt different.
Colder.
Not in temperature.
In alignment.
No one said anything.
That was the agreement.
At home, a five-year-old girl
filled the space of his life.
He thought of her.
Not as shelter.
As measure.
That was when it became clear.
The system hadn’t failed.
It had adjusted.
And he was no longer within range.
Santiago Copí
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