Winnie

My body's numb.

It hurts when I breathe.

Tears threaten to appear.

My vision blurs.

I dress under Chandler's watchful eye.

"You've been asleep all night," he says. Chandler doesn't move.

He just watches me.

I look around for my shoes.

Where did I leave them?

"These books are all about the grieving process. You like books—real books." He leaves the bed.

I rush around the room, going nowhere fast. ...