In the Dark, by Angela Carlton

We're miles and miles apart, aren’t we?? But when the rain hits my rooftop in the wee hours. I’m awakened. I remember your smooth humor, that soft, southern voice that hits me like a whisper on my neck. I remember those boyish eyes. It holds me deep in the night for a while until reality sets in. I think about my mother who just stares at the ceiling in a ratty bathrobe like she might find the answers there. I think of my sister who has slipped into a coma, the beauty, sleeping, one you don’t touch, like a forgotten doll in a closet. The rain’s pounding-pounding now and the storm’s setting in, swirling, moving fast like the rhythm of my heart. In the end, I’m just a lost girl in the dark who clings to hope and that one shot at love until I fade into a beautiful colorless dream that may or may not come true.