Home Again
n her sleeplessness, Addie stared at the blank wall beside her bed. It felt familiar yet odd to sleep in her old bed, as though she, somehow, were still the confused and sometimes combative girl she’d once been. Although grateful for her father’s thoughtfulness in converting the room to one better fitting an adult, her too full mind now focused on trying to remember what had hung from that now blank and freshly painted wall. Was it a poster? she wondered—something from her fairly long-lived obsession with Melissa Ethridge or Star Trek: Next Generation. It didn’t matter, but her brain still obsessed, trying to remember, looking for something to occupy her thoughts as her mind whirled as her old life and her current life collided into one future. She glanced at the nightstand, an
