The hotel ceiling had swirls that went off in different patterns. Since I was on a two-day cry binge, it didn’t take me long to discover that it was a maze. With a heavy arm, I lifted my hand to trace the paths and found my way out. Now if only I could do that in real life.
I slipped into a memory.
I lay on my side, numb and cold with my eyes fixed somewhere outside the window. The murmurs from downstairs, which normally I’d find comfort in, now made me feel like I didn’t belong. My head swam with the truth, and my heart fought to care to beat anymore. I flinched when the bedroom door opened and rolled my head to see who it was. The darkness kept the visitor hidden. That was until her soft, beloved touch brushed down my arm, outing who it was.
“Cuoricino?” She spoke softly as I shifted
