The only reason I woke up in the morning was because I felt a seagull peck at the strings of my hoodie. My eyes flew open and I shooed the bird. It squawked in surprise, cawing as a whole flock of seagulls flew off with it.
The f**k?
I looked around rapidly, trying to get a grasp of where I was. I felt dazed like the night after a bender. Dizzy and delirious in the head even though my body felt unbelievably satisfied. My scars felt less puckered. My skin was less tight.
Relief cascaded through my bones.
I was drenched, water lapping at my bare feet.
Where were my shoes?
My head went from side to side. Where was my purse? Slowly, everything began to come back to me. My manager offered me s*x in exchange for my paycheck. Me pushing Nova out a window. Hitting rock bottom. Invoking a dem
