Elena

I wake up and it’s obvious that this bed isn’t the one I used to sleep on back in my father’s house.

It’s a bit thick and not soft, maybe because I haven’t gotten used to it. My hair is messy all over my face, it’s appearing orange due to the sunlight pouring into the window.

I brush it backward packing it into a pony tail. I don’t think I have had enough time to take care of my hair and my beauty, all I have been into is trouble, been into trouble for ...