That night as I lay in bed, hands on my hard, round belly, my mind filled with the faces of all the believers I had met and seen, I tried, really tried, to pray. I tried to feel what it would be like to believe in someone watching over me, some big Father.
Last night I stayed up late with some girlfriends, so I didn’t set the usual alarm. And when I awoke, T was long gone, Azalea was still asleep, and the house was silent. I was alone, in bed, and the sun was up. An uncommon set of circumstances, to say the least.
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