Warning: Graph scene, read at your own discretion.
Normally my day starts off with the sound of an alarm but this morning I woke in a sudden sweat, why, did I have a bad dream? No, it was something else, maybe I was coming down with something. Still, I have a few hours before I need to be up and the sun is just peaking through the window. My heart is pounding. Why, I don’t understand, why do I feel like I am being watched? The feeling of vulnerability overwhelms me as I sit in my bed, the dark surrounds me, I’m hot but I cover my body with my blanket regardless. I just need some water, that’s all, cold and calming. Throwing off the blanket, only covered in a black thong and an old white T, making a few steps before I trip.
“Ah fuck” yelling out as I crash to the ground. Read more »