ariana is deeply in love with her boyfriend demario. they've enjoyed a bliss-filled life while studying abroad in rome. she's certain her future with him will be long and joyous. but, this imagined future suddenly comes crumbling down once she disco...
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Ariana Belle Fletcher Rome, Italy 12:37am
i wake up with the sunlight shining through my apartment window. it fills the whole space with golden light.
as any other day, i would've marveled at this scene, but today is not the day.
instead of waking up with the sun today, i pull the covers far over my head, diving deep into the bed, trying to protect myself from anything that reminds me of the joys and pleasures of life.
today is anything but joyful.
i am pained by a constant throbbing in my head and cannot escape the burning sensation in my stomach. today my whole body is blazing from a fire deep inside.
all of the alcohol from last night did not do me any favors. nor did having to relive the painful past of my loss with demario.
thank god it's saturday
i get to have this one day to myself.
the fact that it's the weekend is my only source of hope.
it is the only kindness i can find in this cruel and unforgiving state of being hungover. i could stay like this the whole day, unmoving under the covers, playing hide and seek from the sun.
in fact, i would love to stay like this. i wouldn't even mind dissolving into the bed, becoming one with the furniture.
as much as i would like to remain in bed for the entirety of the day, my body has other plans. i feel the strong urge to pee after greedily drinking the copious amounts of liquids from the night before. this bodily desire forces me from beneath the safety of my sheets, exposing me to the ruthless realities of the world.
in the bathroom, i cannot help but stare at the shower blankly.
i feel disgusting. i know what i need, and a quick jump in the shower will instantly make me feel better.
my basic need for hygiene and desperate want to feel alive again beats my dreaming of returning to the bed.
i turn on the tap and let the water run cold. i look at it with fear and reluctance. i know this is the medicine i need, but i'd much rather avoiding taking it.
i hold my breath and pop into the icy cold stream. as i expected, the moment the cold water falls on my skin, it sends a shock to my body. immediately goosebumps scatter along my body as a response to the freezing shower.
