Luna
Consciousness hits me as I twitch at my place. I feel the sun kissing my face, my eyebrows wrinkling from its beam.
I had been working on my latest codes for a client from last night and it seems like I had passed out on the couch. My body feels clammy from all the sweating and I sense the dried tears covering my cheeks as always, because of the nightmares.
It all started after Lia's death, it's been six damn years, and I still can't get over it.
I had brought mood lamps and speakers to feel less lonely and dodge darkness, in case I woke up in the middle of the night. I wouldn't want my neighbors to wake up from my screams.
Therapy sessions didn't work me out of my nightmares too, nor have I gotten used to it. I always wake up with dried tears, sweat clinging to my body, and
