She wanted the comfort of the room slowly darkening as the day went on without her. Burying her head beneath her sheets, she imagined the folds of the cloth as caverns, imagined that she was underground, if only to give herself something to think about to ease the pain. For hours, she didn’t move. She tried to empty her mind of Dave, though she had no idea how. She’d been thinking about him for years. This hurt. In a way she couldn’t shake, in a place she couldn’t pinpoint, this hurt more than anything Julia had ever experienced.
