Grab coat.  Fumble with keys.  Mind is racing.  Eyebrows furrowed.  What feels so wrong?  I’m on the moon.  Tired.  Can’t focus.  Unzip black meter case.

Beep.

Clink.

5 …

4 …

Meowing from the floor.  Cell phone buzzes in my purse. 

3 …

2 …

1 …

53 mg/dl.

Shaky hands.  Headache.  I wish my mom was here.  The cold air sighing out from the fridge. 

Eight sips.

It will be fine.  Everything will be fine.  Lean against the counter.

Eight minutes pass.

Clink.

81 mg/dl.

Warm rush of relief. 

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