The early morning sun creeps through the trees in the park. The sounds of the birds in the trees waking up and singing their songs; perhaps gossiping about one thing or another. A lone man walks smoking a cigarette while holding onto the leash of his best friend who is smelling a fire hydrant. This block is filled with houses – some one family and some multi-family dwellings. Down the block is a building and on the fourth floor of that building there is a lady who is warming up water and waiting, impatiently for it to boil. Life is filled with victories and defeats – to Sara it feels like she has sabotaged her life over and over into never ending spiral song. Her name is Sara and she is 32 years old, divorced with two children. Her children are 6 and 8 – both girls – she shares custody with her ex-husband, Hank, who takes them on the weekends to his home, two blocks north of where she is. Sara stands by the kettle and whispers, “Come on already,” as if her urging will incite the water to hit the temperature which will cause the water to boil when she will then pour that water into the cup with the instant coffee, one packet of sugar and milk already in place waiting to be forever united as her first cup in the morning. In the other room she hears her youngest brushing her teeth while her other daughter closes the door to her room so she can undress to get dressed. The bus drives them away and Sara returns to the building, takes the elevator to the 4th floor and opens the door to apartment 4D. The door slams behind her as she falls into the couch in the living room and lays down. She knows it’s a mistake, she knows she should know better and questions whether she is being self-destructive. She knows that once she lets down her guard she will break down and what good would that do for anyone? She lays down and she contemplates how she had once pictured her life. Three or four kids, a nice house and a future filled with promise. But for some reason she inhaled and once she inhaled she enjoyed it. This led to drinking and then to pill popping Read more http://ift.tt/2l4OQZJ

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