I remember the first few times I ventured out to the Real World.
I and everything felt dreamlike, surreal.
I wanted to tell everyone, esp. strangers, that I had just had a baby 20 weeks too early and that he died.
I remember staring at the girl explaining the escape room rules, unable to focus on what she was actually saying. I so desired to stop her and tell her about Elias.
I scrutinized myself in the mirror, in recent photos, if I looked like someone who had just lost her baby.
Did I look more aged? Sad? Stressed?
What would grief and my new life look like?
No comments:
Post a Comment