The tiredness pulled her body down like the battery of a cell phone whose owner was trying to shoot out one more post before it died. The nimble fingers of gravity tugged at her shoulders. The bones of her neck slid back, settling out of alignment void of their responsibility to hold her head up.
Her chin was down as desperation rose up through her soul.
She would cling to hope if she could find it. While she knew it would all get done, it would all be okay, it didn’t stop the winds of the storm from wrapping themselves around her heart – pushing, pulling, weaving – so tightly, until it couldn’t beat. Until she couldn’t be. . .
