I didn't sleep, of course the fatigue decided not to take me over for once, if I could get some sleep in right now before my eternal slumber, it would be swell.
The hours bled together in a haze of pain and dry gulps of air, my throat sandpapered from screaming last night and the lack of hydration. Every whip line and wax residue stung like a reminder whenever I shifted against the sheets, trying to free the aching sensation from my wrists and ankles.
I tried closing my eyes, tried pretending I was back in my apartment with nothing but a flickering screen in front of me, but every creak of the bedframe, every hum of the mini fridge kept me anchored to where I was.
The window bled grey before it turned pale gold as morning came and the sun rise on this corner of the Earth. My mind ticked along with the rising sun, each minute stretching like an eternity.
