A dark room. I sit in it alone.
A knock at the door. I get up to answer. It’s not my door.
I pick my book back up. A beep from my phone.
Sale at Sears.
I put the book down.
I can ease the pain for one night. But tomorrow will just be that much worse.
I could die all at once, but instead I die just a little and go to sleep.
After all, I have tomorrow to get through.