A cool breeze blew my lengthy hair into my face, tickling my warm cheeks. I was soaking in the sunshine on the back patio. I could feel the wind scratch at the half healed mark on my inside lower left arm. A stupid solution I had tried shortly after my recovery.
With only two more weeks of summer left and one week left of my vacation here…. I pulled a lemon cough drop from my pocket and popped it in my mouth.
I hated lemon cough drops.They tasted awful and made my throat all sticky afterwards.
But they made me think. Always.Lately, all there was to think of was Tom.A year ago.I called it my hibernation, because that’s what it was like.A peaceful, happy, sleep where I was well fed with love and didn’t need anything else.
But oh no, then I had to go and screw everything up. So then I had to attempt suicide. And then again, with a blade and cut so deep it felt like…. I had to.
My cell phone buzzed. I knew who it was, and I blame the cough drop, but I actually answered his call today.