<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Jessica Wilson on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jessica-wilson/</link><description>Recent content in Jessica Wilson on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/jessica-wilson/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>I'm Awake</title><link>/stories/2023/09/23/im-awake/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/23/im-awake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m awake. Suddenly and without reason, so I think. But I know there is always a reason I wake. I just don’t know what it is yet, this time. I am snug in my bed on this cold December eve, but now awakened for a reason I can’t discern, my senses are hyperbolic. I hear the wind warbling its way through the oak outside my window. A whisper beckons, but it’s only the furnace starting to heat before the fan kicks in. A tiny creak high above draws my ear – the roof or attic perhaps shrinking ever so slightly in the frigid air. I pull the comforter up to cover my head, as if to protect me from phantoms roaming the night. I am once again asleep; at least I dream that I am.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>