True to my word, I hadn’t left my room once more during the night. Of course, I hadn’t been able to fall asleep once I had returned to it—if anything, I was even more restless—but the fact of the matter remained that I hadn’t left my room. But now that the sun was rising, now that I could feel the heavy weight that had nestled itself below my eyes, dragging down my eyelids, I wished for nothing more than to have been able to sleep.
But I hadn’t, and I was going to suffer from the consequences of that today.
I let out a sigh, taking in my reflection in the vanity mirror. I had no idea why I was sitting in front of it, no idea why I had even purchased it in the first place, because it was something that I never did, something that I never used. A waste of money and space, but it fit the
