Quiet Rooms

Rose-photo by Mary McGrath

It was 2 a.m. I was sleepless as usual. I didn’t know if it was the meds, anxiety after 9/11 or what, but darkness and I were pals once again. The sliver of moonlight dancing into the bedroom provided a silver pathway to the bathroom, where I took another melatonin. Pills and more pills.

Each night I would dream about running or golfing. Such sweet mobile dreams until I would awaken and feel the log of my leg grounding me to the present…

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Mary McGrath

Mary McGrath

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Top writer in humor, short stories, writing, advice and poetry. She’s written for Newsweek, Wall St. Journal, Good Housekeeping, and Chicken Soup for the Soul.