Dawn On The Bench
I sat on the park bench until dawn’s first light peeked through the trees, my mind swirling with restless thoughts like marbles rolling around inside my head. The cold air bit at my skin, but the numbness inside felt far worse. Birds chirped their morning greetings, unaware and indifferent to the storm raging within me. I knew I had to act, to find a way to rebuild my shattered life—but how?
Dawn On The Bench
A Sick Day From Work
The next morning, I called in sick to work, unable to face everyone with this weight pressing down on me. The phone felt heavy in my hand as I dialed Joe, my boss. After a brief explanation about feeling unwell, he wished me well and ended the call. With that small burden lifted, I took a deep breath, uncertain about what to confront next from this fragile refuge of ignorance.
A Sick Day From Work
