The night dragged like it had something personal against me.
I don’t even remember falling asleep. One moment I was staring at the ceiling, tracing the cracks like they could spell out what I was supposed to do next, and the next thing I knew, sunlight was leaking through the blinds, hot and unforgiving on my face. My body felt stiff, like I’d been lying there for years instead of hours. Every part of me was sore, my shoulders, my back, even my jaw from clenching it too hard.
I rolled out of bed with a low groan. The floor was cold, the kind of cold that should’ve woken me up instantly, but my head felt stuffed with cotton. Heavy thoughts. Regret. All of it clinging to me like a second skin.
The shower didn’t help much either. I stood under the stream longer than necessary, hoping maybe
