Dialogue
If Thomas could not yet feel at home in his new apartment, then he could at least feel at home in his body. To that end, there was nothing like a morning jog through chill autumn winds to instill the sort of invigorating ache in his lungs and bones that he needed to reinforce his sense of self. As his rhythmic pounding of feet on concrete slowed, his focus shifted to his echoing heartbeat and the door to his second story apartment. He tried to be quiet as he made his way back inside...