Sticking the Landing
Waking up upside down is certainly a bold entrance, but I can work with it. My hands were pressed against the coarse weave of the grey sofa cushion while my legs stretched wide in the air. Feeling the warm, steady pulse of life run down to my fingertips, I carefully pushed against the textured fabric, shifted my weight, and let my feet swing down to meet the seat. Sitting upright against the tall backrest feels much more dignified, darling.

