Agoraphobia

Chapter 1

The morning sun beamed through my curtains, hitting my sleeping face as well as the sheet I was wrapped up inside. If you looked close enough, you’d be able to see the little wet patch of drool on my pillow. I wasn’t proud of my habits, trust me. I’ve been doing all sorts of things to get it sorted out, too! I’ve been reading books, looking on the internet, even asking family and friends!

Warning to my future boyfriend: be aware that I could very well much drown you while you sleep.

The horrendous sound of my alarm clock snapped me out of my somewhat deep slumber, causing me to make some sort of snort mixed with a yelp. I begrudgingly opened my eyes, frowning at the bright green numbers that sat on the table next to me. Why did it have to be so loud? One of these days, I’m more than likely going to fall off of my bed and crack my head open from the sudden beeping!

I swapped my gaze towards where the light was cascading inside of my apartment, glaring bullets at the thin piece of cloth that hung over my window. I thought it was their job to keep the light out, not keep it in so I wake up in a bad mood! Not that I would do anything about it though. I was more or less a lazy person when it came to my bedroom and sleeping habits. I never really have more than six hours of sleep each night due to how tied up I am with work and college.

With a low groan, I sat up unwillingly, the covers that once kept me safe and warm falling off onto the floor beside me. It was only then that I noticed that I was on the verge of falling onto it myself, until I stood up on my right leg, straightening myself out. Mornings never were the best for me, considering I’d be too caught up on thinking about how the day would go, which would usually make me late for my job and/or college.

With a stiff yawn, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with the sleeve of my overly large sweater, only then just feeling how tangled up I was. It was on back to front, so the back of it was sticking into my neck.

I seriously was tired last night... Now it felt like I was just taking a hot bath with Satan himself!

With a low sigh, I walked over to my curtains, hesitating for only the slightest of seconds, before drawing them back, letting the sun's rays burn my already burning scleras. I jumped out of the way, almost hitting my head on my wall in a way to keep from becoming temporarily blind, yet didn't work too well. 

I rubbed my eyes once more, though more rough than the first time, more or less from being angry at myself for being careless. "Just like you to do something like that, Maeve..." I muttered under my breath, pulling my arm away to look at my half tidy-half messy room. 

The draws in the far right corner (where my clothes were held) were all pushed in, but the huge mirror that was on top of it looked as if it was on the verge of breaking from the way it was hanging from the wall. On the other side of the room, there was a mahogany, wooden desk just sitting there, all alone with a bunch of makeup on top of it. I never really took care of my furniture, considering I only came here to either sleep or paint, and whenever I paint I'm always outside, looking for inspiration that is hardly there.

I stared tiredly at the dent in the wall beside me, the memory of when I last hit my head flooding back into my already dead brain. I did the exact same thing I didn't do just then, and I wasn't surprised that I had a bump on my forehead for at least a week.

With nothing more than another sigh, (I'm doing that a lot, aren't I?) I made my way over to my draws on the other side of the room, the sun no longer bothering me as my eyes had already adjusted to the room's light. I slid open the top draw and picked out a matching pair of underwear and socks, pushing it back into place once I held all of which in my right hand. I opened the second draw and pulled out my favourite cream dress. Nothing flashy, but it was up to my knee, and it had the most pretty flower pattern on the front that I just had to buy it.