I'm not sure if it is the lack of sleep for the past few months/year, the heart ache, or heart break, but I definitely found myself in some twisted form of repose upon the lounge, crying out "God, please don't call me home this way!" Papers scattered about and about a half-million things on my mind... As if it should matter the way and moment I'm called home because I would be coming home!
Aching arm and back, tightened lungs, a literal heart ache. I thought I was goner for sure. I've never before had a heart attack or a stroke, but the fear of my newly acquired symptoms got the better of me, and I cursed my high pain tolerance.
Sooner or later I would become Madeline, staring up at the rabbit crack on the ceiling.
Please tell the surgeons to take out my appendix while they're at it.
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