A drawn car horn in the streets far below jolted me from my dreams. To my left, the mattress was cold and empty. The hell of being in love and waking up alone was too much for me to bear. I couldn't handle it. Not now that I have lost everything.
When I dragged my feet out of the bed, the sun was blazing through the window. The time on my bedside clock told me I had slept for twelve hours. It still didn't feel like enough.
I dug through my bag, looking for my phone out of habit. Of course the battery was out, and I sighed at the thought of what would be waiting for me once it came back on. Still I plugged it in and hopped into the shower while it was charging.
Under the scalding spray of water, my bones turned to jelly and I melted against the tile. I let the burning water turn my skin
