Friday’s Page 69 ~ Perfectly Preventable Deaths
When she drifts off, I lie there for ages, trying to get comfortable and failing. There’s a feeling of definite un-safety. Not exactly danger. Just un-safety. Something’s here, clicking through the pipes. It’s lurking in my temples, in my fingers. I can feel my shoulders start to tense, my joints engage. I’m used to this, I know what it means.
