The marble tile felt cold and hard against the side of my body as I lay sobbing and shaking on the floor. Some part of my mind nudged me to get to the couch, but I couldn’t.
What did it matter? Tears kept flowing as my moans of “Why? Why? Why?” echoed through the room. Despite the discomfort, I curled into a tighter fetal position on the floor, continuing to sob and whimper.
Every once in a while, I would cough and gag, a familiar side effect of crying so hard. After ten minutes, I had the clarity and energy to get up.Read more on tinybuddha.com