I woke up feeling exhausted, which was not supposed to be so because sleep made you well rested. Maybe it wasn't just physical exhaustion, it was mental. Honestly I was tired of being exhausted and torn in-between decision making.
So I decided to block everything out. I decided to live the whole of the day without getting to think.
I was sick of overthinking and damn me, if made any stupid decisions.
Clara hadn't brought my breakfast yet so I decided have a quick bath, put on some shorts and a sports b*a that left my big stomach exposed.
I stroted down the stairs, scratch that, I walked like a duck down the stairs, because damn my whole body felt heavy as hell. I had totally forgotten how hot I used to look.
"Morning Clara" I greeted once I entered the kitchen
"Good morning Eva,
