Every night when I crawl into bed I close my eyes and pretend I’m in my old room at the beach. I don’t think this is healthy. I don’t care. Three months ago I cleaned my way out the back door, stood up and paused with my hand on the knob. I couldn’t bring myself to do it and sat back down, staring into the empty kitchen. How did this happen? I knew when I stood up it would be the…
It ain’t over til the cat lady sings
May 13, 2016