The Vision
my feet hit the floor that morning, sadness washed over me. I thought. My friend had died just a few weeks before. I wondered if, wherever she was, she felt lonely this morning too.
Unto Me
I stood in front of the medicine cabinet, staring at a bottle of pills that I had taken down from one of the top shelves. My gaze ranged over the translucent orange plastic, the controlled substance warning on the label, the childproof white cap that
