I lay on my unkempt, stained bed, my head resting on my hands as I stared across my bedroom. My gaze settled upon a diploma, framed with a tacky, painted gold frame - it was a degree in English, my name proudly presented in the middle in silver letters; Cheryl Clarke, and underneath, the date, May 15th, 1985.
I sighed. It had been a mere three months since I graduated college as a twenty-one-year-old, but it seemed as if adulthood had already swept me off my feet and left childhood as just a distant memory. Life was so boring now. So indescribably dull. All I did was work strangely timed shifts at some grocery store, putting a fake smile on