I'm learning to be wildly inappropriate, ridiculous, needy - and alive.
Thank you so much for all the support!
Barrie woke up and woke up and woke up. She couldn’t remember doing anything else but waking up. The bedroom was swathed in beige, many different shades, old blankets from her family, grandmother, neighbors. She admired the sentiments of things in old age - the thread-bare pillowcase from her youth, and the green bowl she’d favored across the last thirty years of her life. She’d never felt so at peace until she woke up dead.