“He awakens at last, the first day of December. It was a cold day, skin dried, winding floating steadily above ground as the sky continued to grow grayer. His bed faced the outside world, his curtains ajar as the sun wasn’t great as it were during the past summer. He rubbed his eyes softy, his sleep was disturbed by the howling of wind, yet his window was opened, allowing the coldness to to affect his rest.
This was December 1st, 2055, election day across the land of states…
…mental incursion of thoughts.”
He Awakens At Last, short story from the book Certain Moments of Time by K. G. Bethlehem