Everybody wanted something, but she couldn’t figure out what she wanted, much less how to get it.
She breathed deliberately, allowing herself to believe she was the right person in the right place. The clouds were the cotton from inside a Tylenol bottle. The moon? A giant analgesic, rolling out of a childproof sky.
Mary raised her arms in sweeping surrender to her imagination, but the garbage bag in her left hand surrendered its contents to the driveway first.
Mary flinched, staring at the banana peel on her pink bunny slipper. She laughed, and found it was easy.