The light poured in Teresa’s window causing her to stir. Her lips were parched and her head ached. Slowly she rose from the bed feeling bruised and beaten. She made her way to the bathroom, her feet cold against the linoleum. She washed her face and looked right. The sun was just coming up, and its light danced mockingly across the rooftops.
She wanted nothing more than to go back to bed but knew she had to face the day.
She switched on the television and her stomach flipped as the reality set in. She turned the volume down and reached for her “medical marijuana”.
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