Fey
Time seems to pass more quickly now. Probably because it feels like it’s passing me by. I wake up still tied to the bed with a heavy bladder and Lane’s arm resting on it. I must admit, that was the best sleep I’ve had in recent memory. For a moment, before I realize I’m tied up, for that split second when I just wake up and consciousness hasn’t fully seeped into my brain yet, I almost feel content. No guilt, no shame, no anger or hate. But then it all comes crashing down and it’s somehow heavier when it drops on me than the previous day. Once the weight on my bladder becomes too much, I have to nudge Lane awake so he can untie me. He does, but he won’t allow me to be alone. He doesn’t try to sneak a peak, I’m sure that’s the last thing he’s been thinking about the last couple of days.
