It was dark outside when my eyes popped open. Joshua was curled up on his side under the thick, paisley comforter. There was a full moon, and its silvery light cast shadows over the room. I turned on my back and stared at the ceiling, wishing my thoughts hadn’t gone where they did before I awoke.
Shattering the beer mug this afternoon wasn’t the first time I’d dropped something recently.
If I was being honest with myself, I was a total klutz. You only had to look inside my kitchen cabinets to figure that out. All of my glasses were made from plastic, and so were the bowls and plates. Hell, there was nothing breakable in the whole damn apartment. Joshua had commented on it, and I’d brushed it off, saying I didn’t eat at home enough to warrant having fancy dishes.
I gingerly got out of be
