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112 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2012
Sitting there in the humid night, unable to sleep, he began to feel strange. All of the enormous changes he was going through seemed to suddenly collect in a heavy, unseen mass, blanketing his mind. It was all too much, too much. He felt half terrified, half exhilarated. The future, the past, and the present all swirled together, each unresolved, unsettled, as much a mystery as they ever were.Most of the pieces initially appear quite pointless. They impart no message, are usually left open-ended, and sometimes even appear to have been lifted from a larger story with no context for the beginning or end. This is deliberate on Narnia's part. 3:13 a.m. is best described as a series of little meditations intended to evoke something within the reader, something that only comes in the quiet hours of deepest night.
He tilted his head back and it all came crashing in then: his life, all of it, surrounding him, strangling him, and trying to free him. He sat perfectly suspended between profound sorrow and great happiness. He could not get up from the chair, could not open his eyes. A thunderstorm of confusion held him utterly immobile. His breathing was heavy. His hands opened and closed.