When she grew tired, she crawled into her empty bed, lay on her side, traced the slight indentation where her ex-husband used to sleep. This is my life, she said to the empty room. I am grateful. Then she tried to master faith.
Roxane Gay
When she grew tired, she crawled into her empty bed, lay on her side, traced the slight indentation where her ex-husband used to sleep. This is my life, she said to the empty room. I am grateful. Then she tried to master faith.