Below is an excerpt from A Place to Stand. Let me know what you think!
~Meg
A Place to Stand

I wake the next morning spooned up to Jess’s back. I tilt my body to try and stretch when I bump into Liz. “Bitch.” She murmurs in her sleepy stupor. Lord that is her favorite word. Everyone is a bitch. Bitch is a multi-functional word for Liz. It was a noun, pronoun, proper noun, verb, adverb… you name the part of grammar, she uses it in that context. I love her for it, too.

I take in the scene around me, and know I can’t ask for better people to see me through this. Sisters all around me. Every last one of us. But where is Marie? I have a momentary ache of concern. I sigh in resignation, and shake the thought.

Very carefully I inch toward the end of the bed, sliding out of the middle. Jess flops on to her back and stretches, while Liz does the same on her tummy. I grin and made my way to the bathroom. I have to pee so bad I think my bladder is going to jump out. I am washing my hands and consider using Jess’s toothbrush when I accidentally look up into the mirror. I freeze. I don’t recognize myself. My eyes are puffy and bloodshot. Dark circles reach deep under my eyes. I’m ghostly pale, and yet my nose is bright red. My hair is sticking out in every direction possible. I am a hot damn mess.