Allena
A barrage of morning light pierced straight through my eyelids. I groaned, instantly regretting it as a sharp, throbbing ache pulsed behind my temples. Every beat of my pulse felt like a hammer striking an open wound, an agonizing pressure that made me want to curl into a ball and disappear. I fought my own eyelashes for a solid five minutes before my eyes finally blinked open.
When they did, I gasped. I was lying in a bedroom so blindingly, aggressively white it looked like a high-end cloud. There wasn't a single pop of color. No art, no throw pillows, just a vast expanse of pristine ivory. The space was utterly ridiculous, the footprint of this single bedroom could have swallowed my entire apartment whole, kitchen and all. But I couldn't appreciate the luxury; the sheer brightne
