Aella
The blaring of my alarm clock was so loud, it felt like it was piercing through my eardrums. I groan, my head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton balls. The hours stretched on, and with every passing moment, the haunting memories and gnawing paranoia seemed to grow stronger. I dragged myself out of bed, my body aching for the rest it couldn’t have.
The shower is cold that morning, jolting me awake. I need to get my head into gear right now, I can’t afford to be distracted at work.
As I made my way to the café, each step felt like a marathon. My footsteps echoed through the quiet morning streets, with the sound of my headache pulsing in time with each step.
The familiar chime of the café door greeted me, but even the comforting scent of coffee couldn’t lift my spirits. I amble
