Julia

Sleep came and went as I tossed and turned. Multiple times I turned on the light, the one upon the bedside stand, and stared out at the walls. The empty shelves mocked me as did the uncluttered closet. No matter how many times I said goodbye to my bedroom, I continually found myself sucked back in. Much the same as a black hole in space, my family’s home had a gravitational pull I couldn’t seem to beat. Each time I tried to leave, the ...