Artemisia

I groaned whilst shielding my eyes from the ray of the sun. I didn't know who let the curtains up.

I was certain I didn't because I had slept with it down.

I stood up on the bed and ran my hand through my dishevelled hair whilst I gazed around the room.

My eyes were just as they always were whenever I cried- swollen and dried from having cried too much the night before. And I dared not check the mirror to see how they were because I was sure I'd be ...