29 April, ’15 6:09
I wake up to the soft morning sun cracking past the drawn curtains. I am so tired I would sleep for another century, if I could. I groan, I stretch and then try to find my phone. I wake up to see his texts, e—mails, Facebook and downloads notifications. Did I tell you how hooked I am to Sucker for Pain from Suicide Squad? Continue reading
01 June, ’16 5:00
I wake with thoughts swirling to life. What was I even dreaming? I try to roll over and sleep but it’s difficult because I have an aching uterus that needs a release. Continue reading
29 April, ’15 5:00
I open my eyes as my dream suddenly breaks into jagged pieces of memory. I can’t even recall what I saw but that doesn’t bother me. My eyes burn lividly and the only logical reason I can think of is because I stayed up late night reading that e-book. I sit straight, staring at that corner in the ceiling which I always do unconsciously and rest my back against the wall.
Washing my face and rinsing my mouth, I open my text book. I have an exam to give in sharp one hour and twenty minutes; I try to focus. I read in my mind; Continue reading