Daycare

I stammered, resisted, and twisted myself to escape the restraint of the of the car seat. No matter how loud I bellowed the car kept driving. I screamed in desperation, “please! Mom… I don’t want to go to daycare!,” but it was too late, my mom was already pulling up into the parking lot. Defeated, I sat back in my seat. I trotted with my mom to the front desk. My lips puttered up.  A middle-aged lady greeted us. The air was stuffy, emanating with particles of play dough and magic ...

Drugged Up

The alarm clock buzzes. It’s a chore to open my eyes. They spring back closed again. It’s still dark outside. The alarm clock reads 4:17 AM. I lie fatigued in my bed, trying to assimilate yesterday’s events. Trotting to the kitchen, I flick on the lights and close my eyes to escape the blinding presence of the fluorescent light. I open the cupboard, grab a white mug, and pour myself some coffee. I reach for a Danish wrapped in plastic. To my right, rumpled fast food packaging rests on the ...