Preparation

It’s quiet. Like I’m home alone…but I’m not. Laying here, in the bed at half past eight in the morning, I imagine that my family is in the living room: husband reading, and our child plugged into headphones as to not disturb. The blankets are heavy above me, holding me down, refusing me access to…

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