Glass (Crank 2)

brain. I close my

eyes, give myself

up to the blizzard.

A Kiss Falls Softly

On my forehead, coaxes

me awake. A kiss? Trey?

Did Trey come back already?

How long have I slept?

Wake up, Kristina. No, not

Trey. I open my eyes.

Brad smiles. I was starting

to worry. You’ve been asleep

since yesterday. Trey called

to let you know he made

it back okay. I asked if I should

wake you, but he said no.

The blizzard has cleared,

but I’m still pretty fuzzy.

The light is soft, secretive.

“What time is it, anyway?”

After three. You’ve been

out for almost thirty hours.

Even the girls were starting

to ask where you were.

I’m making a pot roast

for dinner. You could probably

use some food too. Do you

think you can eat?

“I’m starving!” I look into

his eyes, find a stew of concern