When I think of my little sister, I think of that song.
I think, you’re fine, you really blow my mind, hey Juliet.
Funny that it’s that I think of rather than the story she was named for. Did Mom think that was perfect too, about Juliet? Funny too, we never talked about that.

Here’s another way to drown. It’s not what you’re thinking. Water, feelings, yes. But here’s a new one.

You can drown when you feel chunks of food rushing up from your stomach, gagging you. You can drown while your eyes stream and your nose runs and your hair gets in the way and tangles with your tongue and there’s a cut on your finger from being shoved down your throat. You can drown just by looking at the water in the toilet.

I bet you think that has nothing to do with Juliet, but it does.

I let him hold my hand, it helps me breathe. But the kindness in his voice sickens me. I just want to curl up and sleep forever, then get up and see the ocean.

I’m going to tell him. Instead I hear myself; “D’you think there’s room service?”