Silent

        The ceiling was off-white. She decided as her vision focused in and out. She barely noticed the stain on the ceiling from that nasty insect which would normally drive her crazy. She didn’t feel the 3 inch memory foam mattress topper on her queen sized bed. She didn’t see the light purple paint of her walls. Silent. She was numb. Numb to physical touch. Numb to all emotions. Tears began to stream out of the sides of her eyes and onto her deep purple satin pillow case. Why? What did she do to deserve this? How could she do this to herself? How could she ever fix it?