I awake Sunday morning to my phone buzzing on my nightstand, another night without nightmares. I check the clock; it’s 9:30 a.m. For some reason, I don’t feel rested at all despite the fact that I got almost ten hours of sleep. I answer the phone. It’s my mom asking if I want to join her and my dad for brunch at their house this morning. I agree. It will be good to see my dad. She asked that I come around 11:00 a.m. Perfect, this gives me some time to take a much needed shower.
As the water runs down my back, I place my hands on the shower tile in front of me and rest my forehead against my left hand. I am thinking about how I am going to discuss things with Declan. He is such a wonderful guy and so clearly adores me. I really don’t want to hurt him but I cannot help the way that I feel.
