UNWANTED GUEST
I glanced over at the alarm clock. Damn, two in the morning. My eyes wouldn’t close. How ironic. For the past three years, I’d slept like a baby on cold metal. Sleep was easy then. Of course, I had a constant cocktail of drugs pumped into me, twenty-four-seven.
But tonight, not even my Sealy mattress could subdue my spinning head. I flipped my lamp on and sat up, drawing my knees to my chest. I spotted Snowball at the end of the bed, curled up, sleeping. What the hell? Everyone, including the cat was sleeping but me.
I felt restless. Something I haven’t experienced in three years. I couldn’t stop thinking about my mom. I’d had only a minute to process her death before my life had been jerked out from under me. Now, accepting Sara’s death didn’t resonate with me. It was as
