Bittersweet Dreams

Melissa sat straight up in bed breathing fast, her heart pounding and her arms still tense from holding the bat that had been there only a few moments before; she could still hear the shattering glass as the bat came down on the SUVs windows, and could still feel how the tension had left her shoulders with every swing. The last few days had been hard, but the heartbreak felt a little less aggressive today. she got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen thankful for a moment of peace, and completely overlooking the disfigured bat leaning against her bedroom door.