Tears blur my fingers as they fumble at pills and foil. More vodka. Leaning back, I drift… Can’t sleep yet – more pills. A baby wails. My heart clenches, pain radiating to my stomach. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Not a baby. Someone shaking me. ‘Wake up!’ Shan't – I lash out. Can’t. Falling… deeper. … Continue reading Mission