Monday morning dawns grey and drizzly, the perfect weather for my attitude about going to work this morning. Outside my window, it looks almost as though the world has disappeared behind the thick, dark fog. Droplets of mist cling to my window, not enough to really call it rain, but it’s enough to obscure the view and let me pretend that I’m cocooned in my own personal misery.
I lay in bed for a few moments debating calling in sick and playing hooky for the day. Last night, leaving Ben’s place to come home and sleep in my own bed alone had been a difficult decision. One I’m still not entirely convinced had been the correct choice. Maybe this morning wouldn’t feel so oppressive had I woken up snuggled next to him. My body is still tingling this morning from the things he did to me last ni
