5.1

I haven't cried in a long time, now. Sometimes, I feel it behind me like a ghastly presence, hovering and salivating, waiting to swoop in and ruin my day. I got out of the shower and looked at my eyes in the misty mirror, red and puffy, and wished that the artifice were truth instead. I stood there, half clothed, and rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands and waited.

I'm still waiting. Maybe I'll wait forever.