Loïc“My life is a daily battle of fighting to simply exist.”
—Loïc Berkeley
“I just don’t know what to name him. You have to give me suggestions, Loïc,” Sarah whines beside me.
She’s lying atop a blanket on the grass in a black string bikini. I can just see her closed eyelids behind the sunglasses as her face points up toward the midday sun.
Sitting in a lounge chair beside her, I’m trying to soak up the vitamin D that she is so adamant about. She says that the sun always makes people feel better. I decided to humor her since, for June, the humidity and heat aren’t excessive today and because I could use some non-couch time.
I pull in slow, steady breaths as the rays of the sun heat my skin. Truthfully, I could stand to feel better—to feel anything actually. I’ve been back for over a
