ALMA

The sun spilled into the room like milk on a table, covering everything, and casting away the darkness but it couldn't wash off the gloom, the one stuck inside me. I shut my eyes to the brightness, and reopened them before dragging myself out of bed. It was morning again just like that.

The hours had ticked by, and another night had gone to waste just like that. I couldn't even say I woke up because frankly I never slept. Not a good wink. I had spent all night, stirring in bed, and ...