A ghost.

She woke up. or did she? … Her eyes were hardly open Her head still hurt. There was light in the room …inside her head was blank. She picks up the phone to see what exactly she can afford… 5:50, she can close her eyes again. A tear creeps out …

Today is not a day she wants to wake up to. This room is not a place she wants to set foot in. Her bed feels like a raft floating lonely on an ocean … She wishes she could stay there .. still .. unmoving .. Forever.
Her eyes open again, as blank as she was a minute ago. As hateful as she has been for ages. The only difference now was that she couldn’t afford her raft no longer, she had to leave it. she steps foot into hell. she breaths heavily as she embraces her morning portion of heartache and heads for the bathroom.


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