The ground shifted beneath her feet. It was subtle, most likely not a tangible shift because no one else in the room reacted. Everyone else was going about their business without missing a beat: replacing an IV bag, checking vitals, scribbling family information on a dry erase board across from the bed. Only she felt her footing give. She reached out to touch the wall. Her fingertips grazed the smooth surface. She took a breath. The nurse said something to her. She nodded without fully understanding what he said. She should pay more attention. It could be important. Yet all she could do was breathe and let that breath pull her through to the next moment.
She was in the drive-thru yesterday; using up the last of her Starbucks gift cards when she peered through the window of the cafe. There, sitting at a table farthest from her line of sight, was a red-haired woman staring blankly at the wall in front of her. Her hand was resting on her chin and she was lost in… Read More
The water was colder than she anticipated. Fooled by the unseasonably warm January day, she touched her fingertips to the blue water and pulled her hand back quickly. The icy droplets were refreshing yet a sharp reminder that not everything is as it appears to be at first glance. She didn’t expect to come across this lake in the… Read More