By Gary Miller

          It's suppose to black, right?  I mean, you close your eyes and you see black.  I've spent a lifetime closing my eyes and seeing black.  It's not particular just to me...it's the same for everyone.  So I assumed last night would be no different.  Read a little, put on my C-Pap, and go to sleep.  I didn't know I'd be painted inside out.  Painted black.  A quiet, complete coating of blackness painted with the brush of my breathing.