this morning #598.

this morning, the daze that’d started off her last few days was finally starting to fade away. it gave her enough clarity to return to reality, something she surely needed if she was going to find a way forward. she started by sweeping the magazines & seltzer cans & cat hair & whatnot aside to clear enough space on the couch to sit down. it was not her fault. it was not her fault. repeating those words helped ease the guilt a little bit but it was going to take more than words to shake the feeling that she’d let her friend down by not answering her calls. if she had, maybe her friend wouldn’t have gone missing. maybe she’d know what she’d needed. maybe she’d have been a better friend.