The guest bedroom was clean and nicely furnished, the sheets on the bed smooth and warm. MJ groped in the blackness, trailing her fingers up the bedside lamp until she found the round knob to turn it on. The light seared her eyes, tender from the tears that had been unstoppable, sending stabbing pain through her already aching head. Squinting away from the light, she located her purse on the floor and pulled it into her lap. It was fairly empty, and she had no trouble locating the small bottle she was looking for.
Three hours alternatively drifting between painful thoughts of Peter and thoughtless crying had been long enough. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion but she could not find sleep, lying miserably awake for all this time. She squinted at the small print on the bottle, measuring out the proper dosage. All she wanted was sleep-just to escape this pain and guilt for a few hours. Swallowing the pill, she turned out the light again and rolled onto her side.
Three hours alternatively drifting between painful thoughts of Peter and thoughtless crying had been long enough. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion but she could not find sleep, lying miserably awake for all this time. She squinted at the small print on the bottle, measuring out the proper dosage. All she wanted was sleep-just to escape this pain and guilt for a few hours. Swallowing the pill, she turned out the light again and rolled onto her side.