The morning had begun fine, just like any other. I had rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth, while thinking about the day to come. Thinking about what work shifts I had today, who I might see, and excited about what I might eat. So quickly though, those mundane…
Tag: Freedom
The Storms
When my dad died, the storms came again. I hid in my basement apartment in Chicago as the biggest storms of my life raged outside my windows every day. Sometimes they brought intimidating dark clouds to greet me, and other days they roared in with full wind and hail, shaking my apartment and threatening mass…
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