I’m standing outside in the cold damp grass watching the perfect family through their kitchen window.
The four of them sitting at the dinner table with a fine meal before them. They lower their heads in family prayer and then begin to enjoy the feast. They laugh at each others jokes and funny comments. Talk to each other about their day and what they would like to do after the meal. The dog and cat are even enjoying dinner next to each other without a hiss or bark. It all looks picture perfect.
As they eat, talk, smile, and enjoy their company I can feel the cold earth beneath my feet begin to cave in. A black thorny vine starts to crawl slowly up my legs binding them together making small shallow cuts on its way. Cold, damp, strong, and irresistible, it travels up my body consuming me to my neck. It pulls me back into the damp darkness of which no light can find.