Everything was bright and the day felt ordained. The sky was right there. Every object was real, finally, and true. It was impossible to imagine a commodity.

Mitchell Morgan Johnson is a writer in Chicago.

This story was written by Mitchell and read by Matthew Schlerf. It was produced for sound by Liza Yeager. Special thanks to Leah Dawson. 

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