JUNE;
I pulled my eyes open, shocked to see I had slept off in the same clothes I had returned home in. My eyes hurt a little, maybe because I had slept like a log of wood, putting every problem aside.
My body itched, so I sat up slowly, the first thing that came to my mind was having a thorough bath. I yanked my sweatshirt off first, then every other thing down to my bra and panties followed.
The water cascaded over my head, making its way down my shoulders. I heaved, washing away all my troubles. I stepped out, a towel wrapped around me. Grabbed an oversized T-shirt from my closet.
I loved the look it gave me, my reflection stared back, nothing too tight, or holding me in any places, yet it was free. As free as I wanted my heart to be right now.
Then I remembered my luggage, Mr. Gra
