First aid Maria Cohut

Maria Cohut First Aid

It was the clouds that held me at first. Those duvet clouds, rain-bloated, that blotted out the sun. They lulled me to a dreamless sleep. For months, I didn’t even think of other people’s mothers, how they were just a train ride away.

Then, there was the laundry, always clean, its crisp scent of cheap detergent a different kind of comfort. Strange, what numbing medicines we cook up when our hearts blister over.