Subliminal: Part One
- Hamlin
- Aug 11
- 15 min read
Sarah’s first sensation was sunlight, a watery wedge of it prying apart her eyelids before she was ready. The second was the smell of coffee, bitter and slightly burnt, refusing to be ignored. She could never remember if she set the timer on purpose, or if her ancient Mr. Coffee was just precognitive. Either way, the machine was as punctual as an unpaid intern, and almost as desperate for validation.
