MADELINE'S POV
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Waking up feels impossible when all I feel is exhausted. My eyes won't stay open, and it's like sleep itself is forcing me under, keeping me paralyzed in bed. In bed. I force my eyes to pry open against their will, my body protesting against every movement as I sit up. A muscle strains in my neck, and between my shoulder blades. I roll my shoulders back, groaning at the tension that's being relieved. "Groaning already?" Atlas asks from my right, but I remain unbothered by his inappropriate comments as I get out of bed and immediately disappear into the bathroom.
I comb my hair back all the while staring at my reflection. My eyes are puffy from how tired I still am, my face feeling swollen as I gently press against my cheek.
I look absolutely disgusting, but Atlas did
