Stunned silence

I was just hit with a strange realization as I snuck a Tylenol 3 from my stash of pills and it isn't sitting very well with me. The pills are kept in four different bottles, hidden behind an 8 x 10 framed portrait of my daughter where no one would think to look for them. In order to reach these pills, I must push aside the photo since it is too high up on a shelf to simply reach around it. What an awkward mirror of life this act is. Should I ever reach the point of overdosing again, I will need to push aside my daughter to do so, both literally and figuratively. This is one of those moments that slaps you into stunned silence.