Heart broken over how much time they wasted on their blue velvet sofa in fetal position in a staring contest with their phones, too sad to move and too anxious to sleep. If you added up how many hours I’ve spent in this position, it would probably equal the entire life of a child.

A sick child “taken too soon” — their entire life could fit into the amount of time I look at other people’s, and yet I’m still resistantly alive and they aren’t, on fetal position on my blue velvet sofa.