My Cardboard Balcony

Don't Wake Me by Belinda Roddie Don't wake me up just yet. I'll hibernate for seven winters - then I'll readapt when braver souls work to defenestrate the demons that have built homes on the path that leads to light. Once my memory's lapsed, I'll play pretend and force myself to think that the weeds growing from the pavement cracks are there to make each paranoia shrink into fine particles. I'll head out West and act like there's still a frontier to breach. I'll leave my poor wife - I would think it best that my unstable soul be out of reach of anyone who has a heart to save or a life to enjoy before the grave.

Little known fact: There's a certain type of candy that you can only find in a small, nondescript sweet shop in a town called Fleur. And while the name of the town is French, it's not exactly French in nature or behavior. Not even the sweets shop really panders to the idea of being Parisian. But what makes the candy significant? Rumor has it that it staves off illness.