Rooted by Becky Crookham

The earth pulls me down; I am unable to stand. Gravity sinks me deeper into the mattress. The phone rings. I let it ring into voicemail. I invite the darkness. My phone rings again, and in the confusing fog of half-asleep I answer it. “Jessie! Time to face the sunshine, girl!” I flinch against my...

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