When I woke this morning, my eyes still closed, tangled in the bedclothes after too warm a night, I knew something was terribly wrong, yet I could not remember what. It was as if I walked a dreamscape, with no power to change or understand what oppressed me. Then, upon opening my eyes, I remembered. I shut them again and rolled over, burying myself under my blanket. It is the twenty-seventh of July.
The anniversaries of lost loved ones 💔
