~ Lily ~
The morning after the gala arrives with the rare luxury of having nowhere I need to be.
For the first time in weeks, I let myself wake naturally, instead of to the vibration of alarms and calendar reminders, as Sunlight spills through the windows of my bedroom, washing the room in gold rays. I then wander barefoot through the apartment with a mug of coffee warming my hands then I change into an old sweater that has somehow survived every wardrobe clear-out of the last decade, and settle onto the sofa with the television murmuring in the background which I don't watch.
The screen changes from one program to another while my attention drifts somewhere else entirely. Every so often my mind slips back to the previous evening, replaying fragments instead of complete memories. The wa
