Somehow, despite the terrifying thoughts of prom racing through my mind, I managed to find some solace and fall asleep.
When I awoke the next morning, it was already after eleven in the morning. I was exhausted when I went to bed, so the extra sleep felt exquisite. For the last few months, the simple act of getting up each morning felt like an enormous task; it was as if my body was telling me to lay back down—that it wasn’t strong enough to make it through another day. The extra sleep had fooled my body into thinking it had more energy than it really did. I dragged myself out of bed and took a long relaxing shower. I began thinking of the day ahead of me. I had a nail appointment at one and a hair appointment at three. Then I needed to come home and quickly get dressed and have
