I’m having trouble with this thought at the moment: the buck stops here.
I’m it. Mumma.
My shoulders feel heavy.
My eyelids too.
My nightmares are back with full force.
The asteroid that hit my world at the beginning of this year has shot back into our airspace, thankfully to leave soon too, but not before totally messing with my equilibrium.
I am responsible for three other living creatures. Creatures who I would walk to the end of the earth on hot coals.
If it comes to that.