BELLA
The room is warmer than it was last night. I can't shake off this feeling that there is something I should remember aside from shivering under the duvet last night, too exhausted to get up, someone turned on the heat.
Ari’s side of the bed is empty, she must have gotten back to her room.
I hadn't expected Brad to sleep on the couch with his neck bent in an unnatural angle, him trying to fit into the small furniture was almost painful to watch.
I wonder how long Ariana intends to keep up with her night shift in my matrimonial room.
I drag myself off the bed, my feet feel like I’ve walked a mile in the Scorch Valley with flails chained to my ankles, I fear they won't carry my weight. My eyes are sore, I need to sleep for a few more hours.
Relishing the idea, I turn to my other
