Chapter 2
222 Words
Beep, beep, beep my alarm ticks
I woke up in a cold sweat, panting. Dear God, what was
that? It had been five years since I had such a horrible
experience and 2 months since the last time I had such a
dream. What does it mean? I haven't thought about him in
weeks And I was surely not thinking about him now! Was I
going crazy? Was this the effect of overworking myself?
Yep, that must be the answer.
I got up from my comfy bed and looked at the digital clock
on my nightstand. It showed the time in big green numbers:
6:45am. Dragging my numb body to the bathroom, I stopped in
front of the mirror and checked the damage.
My dark hair was chaos, a huge mess. It definitely needed
to be taken care of. Not just my hair - my face looked
pale, and I had dark circles under my eyes, probably the
effect of lack of sleep. And my eyes, God my eyes were
lifeless. I could play a zombie role in some stupid sitcom.
Is this me? I wondered. Unfortunately, yes.
Sighing, I started my morning routine. After a refreshing,
warm shower, I wrapped a white towel around my small frame
and went straight to the walk-in closet to find a proper
outfit for work.
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