~Sienna~

Today is discharge day. After three days of living in this small, suspended reality, the doctors are finally cutting me loose.

The morning sun is too bright. It cuts through the hospital blinds, mocking the sterile white walls and the lingering scent of rubbing alcohol.

I sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the rough texture of the hospital gown. For three nights, I haven’t been alone. Every time I drifted off, the steady, rhythmic clicking of Norman’s laptop keys was ...