Literature
A Lie Well Told
I stare up at the ceiling, laying on my bed. The sheets underneath me are wrinkled and crumpled. I used to care about them being perfect and straight, but lately I've taken them to be just another thing that I don't care about as much as I used to. The fan is going up above me, white noise in my life. I like white noise, though; it is very calming. Today, though, there is no calming me down. There is nothing anyone can say that will allow me to finally have peace.
Today, I lost someone that meant more to me than anyone else on the planet. She is not dead, though; in fact, she is very much alive and well. Even so, I have lost her. See, her si