Love lays embedded deeply within the practice of deception. We immerse ourselves quickly in new realities much like a curious journalism student getting a job at a BDSM club but starts to uncover things aren't quite as they appeared originally on th...
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Sunshine was pouring down onto my body like a hellish wake-up call I did not ask for. Wishing to get hours more sleep curled up in the comfort of my bed, the sun evidently had different plans as it rose high in the sky and illuminated the morning like a cruel punishment for staying up late the previous night.
Groaning in annoyance instead of appreciating the fact this January day could be warmer than anticipated I attempted to bury my face deeper into my pillows, hoping to ignore my fate and instead get some extra sleep into my exhausted body.
I wasn't asleep until four in the morning and I'm sure right now is way too early to be awake with such little sleep, especially with work tonight and an inevitable late night looming over. Thankfully with a day off tomorrow, I can sit and do nothing all day, relax in the comfort of my home and get as much sleep as my heart desires, I just have to get through today before that.
I strongly regret not shutting my curtains before I got into bed, I was too busy getting myself as cosy as possible and relishing in how soft my sheets were that by the time I was settled and realised I hadn't drawn them shut, there was no way in hell I was getting out of my little cocoon to shut them.
But that regret is seeping out of me as I internally curse myself for being such an idiot followed by Harry for letting me have a puff of his joint and getting me high because I swear after that singular hit I was a goner. But maybe it was a placebo effect and I was just stressed, a very reasonable excuse for my behaviour without admitting I'm a lightweight.
Having a grumbly morning is not uncommon. Feeling sorry for myself for simply waking up happens most days but on ones like this one, I'm extra pissed I have to sit up and then squint when the sun rays immediately blind my vision.
"For fucks sake." I grumbled to myself as I shimmied to my knees, leaning over with one hand attempting to shield my eyes from the sun outside and the other blindly attempting to find my curtains to slide across in the hopes of blocking out some of the light.
It's days like today I'm glad I live in an apartment and no one can see in my window unless they're on the fire escape... like someone I know. But I'm too miserable and tired to dwell on the memories from last night and instead aggressively shut the curtains, not caring how loudly I do so before flopping back onto the warm sheets with a heavy sigh.
My eyes are practically swollen shut from exhaustion, trying to peek around my quiet room in search of an indication of the time. There was nothing to be found, however, maybe it's my sign to invest in a clock. I can feel myself becoming more awake as seconds ticked by, sure I would be unable to fall back to sleep. I rolled over to face my room and reached out in search of my phone, wrenching the charger from the bottom which caused the screen to light up.
The brightness caused another groan to slip from my lips, squinting as I hoped to adjust to the intensity I hadn't been expecting. But I was able to read it was creeping up to ten in the morning, not necessarily early, however, I was keen to stay in my bed for as long as humanly possible.
