Eleanor
The alarm on my phone didn’t even have to ring before I was awake. Actually, I was long awake before that.
I had already been lying there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, my body still wrapped in the damp ache of restless sleep.
All the toss and turn I had done was now telling in my back, and shoulder.
My clothes from the night before were discarded in a wet, crumpled pile near the bathroom door where I had left it last night, a reminder of the emotional storm I had tried to wash off in the shower.
Tried being the keyword because the water hadn’t rinsed anything away.
I sat up, letting the early morning silence wrap around me like a thin blanket since I must have kicked off the one around me somewhere along the night. My chest was heavy, and behind my eyes bloomed t
