Stay with me...?

Stay with me...? chapter 8

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of my medium side hotel room, casting a gentle glow that slowly pulled me from a deep sleep. I slowly stretched and let out a low sigh, feeling a mix of residual exhaustion and a strange sense of renewal. After the harrowing events of yesterday and the comforting support from Joost and Apson, I decided today would be a day dedicated to myrself.

I remembered seeing a trendy shopping district not too far from my hotel. The thought of wandering through stores filled with new clothes and accessories seemed like the perfect way to lift up my spirits. After a quick shower and a light breakfast, I dressed in some comfortable clothes and set out with a sense of determination going throughme.

The shopping district was bustling with activity, the streets lined with vibrant storefronts and busy shoppers. I felt a thrill of excitement as I made my way into one of the most popular clothing stores in Amsterdam. The interior was chic and inviting, with racks of stylish garments and displays of eye-catching accessories.

I started to browse through the clothing aisle, letting my fingers glide over the fabrics for each piece of clothing. There was something soothing about the ritual of shopping—carefully selecting items, imagining how they would fit me, and the anticipation of trying them on. I picked out a few pieces that caught my eye: a soft, oversized sweater in a warm shade of burgundy, a pair of perfectly distressed jeans, and a sleek black dress that was both elegant and versatile.

With the selections in my hand, I made my way to the small fitting rooms. Each piece seemed to fit me perfectly, making me feel confident and stylish. The sweater was as cozy as it looked, the jeans hugged my delicate curves just right, and the dress made me feel like I could conquer anything. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, feeling a spark of joy that had been missing from my life for a little while.

After making my purchases, I decided to continue my shopping spree. There was a boutique across the street that specialized in unique accessories. Inside, I found a beautiful scarf that matched my newly brought sweater, and a set of delicate earrings that would complement the dress. I added them to my growing collection of finds, feeling more and more like myrself with each new item.

The hours slipped by as I explored more stores, enjoying the freedom of a day spent indulging in my own company. I bought a few more things—a comfortable pair of shoes (if you're wondering what type of shoes,they're red converses), a stylish jacket, and even a book from a quaint bookstore that I stumbled upon earlier. It felt good to treat myrself, to invest in things that made me feel happy.

Lunchtime arrived, and I found a cozy café with outdoor seating. The menu offered a variety of delicious options, but I settled on a fresh salad and a glass of iced tea. As I ate, I people-watched, observing the vibrant life of Amsterdam around that was everywhere around me. It was a perfect moment of tranquility, a reminder that there was still beauty and peace to be found even after the chaos of the previous days that have got me feeling like shit.

After lunch, I continued my shopping adventure. I found a store that sold handmade candles and spent time choosing a few scents that reminded me of home. Each purchase felt like a small act of self-care, a way to reclaim my happiness bit by bit.

As the afternoon turned into evening, I decided to head back to my hotel, my arms filled with shopping bags. Back in my hotel room, I spread out all my purchases on the bed, admiring my  brand new wardrobe. I tried on each outfit again, pairing them with the accessories I had bought. It was a fun, almost therapeutic activity, and by the end of it, I felt a sense of accomplishment.

I ordered room service for dinner, choosing a comforting pasta dish and a slice of rich chocolate cake. As I ate, I reflected on my relaxing day, grateful for the chance to unwind and focus on myrself. The events of yesterday seemed a little further away now, less immediate and pressing.

After dinner, I took a long, relaxing, hot bath, letting the warm water soothe my sore muscles and my mind. I lit one of the new candles I had just bought, filling the room with a calming lavender scent. It was a luxurious end to a day that had been all about healing and self-love.

As I settled into bed, I picked up the book I had bought earlier from the boutique and began to read it. The story was engaging, pulling me into another world and providing a perfect distraction. For the first time in a while, I felt genuinely relaxed and content.

The city outside my window was still alive with lights and sounds, but it felt less overwhelming now. I knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges and new experiences, but for tonight, I was at peace. I closed my eyes, a small smile on playing on my lips, and allowed myself to drift off to sleep, feeling hopeful for what the future might bring.

[[Y'ALL- I'M SO SORRY I TOOK A BREAK FOR A WHOLE FREAKING MONTH!! It's a long story but lot's of shits happened during this month, from mentally destroyed to happy to live if y'all know what I mean. Anyways, I apologize again for not posting for so long]]