Thursday, September 22, 2016
Rory Langely sprints into the front doors of The Victorian with her service dog Peter trailing behind her. The two had just finished their weekly meal at Vietyum when they heard the generator pop. Peter flew under the table. Rory focused on controlling her breathing, as her therapist had instructed her. Soon enough, they were back in her ground level apartment with ten large flashlights beaming toward the ceiling. Rory prepares the makeshift cot for Peter and herself. She glances at her watch. 7:52– two minutes until her bedtime. The day was difficult. Sleep provides an escape.