It’s Time

Nicky. Nicky? The voice is gentle at first, but persistent. C'mon, girl, you've got to get up. It's time. Nicky? Nicky! Less gentle now, much more persistent. I grab my pillow, lift it and bury my head beneath it in a pathetic attempt to silence that voice. The persistence turns to mockery. Idiot! As if … Continue reading It’s Time