Abbie weeps and will not sink.
As I laid sprawled across the bed tears spilled from my eyes in steady streams. The stitching on our quilt felt soothing against my weary skin and I hugged my pillow closer. This is too familiar, I’ve done this too many times. Exhausted by the weaving and winding of this road, unable to see what monsters lurk around the next bend. In reality, the monsters hide in the folds of my own mind, creatures I create without knowledge or intention.
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