I tried to come up with a foolproof plan that would take me under my comfy sheets, on top of a soft bed and propped up on a pillow made of clouds, but the slowness that lay in my reasoning made my thoughts terribly difficult.
I was just vegetating, sitting with my back resting on the wood of the door, my legs curled up against my chest, struggling not to sleep there.
If Flora saw me in that state, she would surely make fun of me for at least three months straight. In his mind, I was the most withered and responsible person I knew. But I never was.
My white dress already contained the dust of the building highlighted in some details. My heels were abandoned next to me and the bottle of alcohol was already too hot for me to keep drinking.
I was in my building, in my neighborhood, in my city, in front of my apartment, but I felt completely lost.
— Backer?
Something echoed in the back of my head, where some remnants of consciousness still stood firm.
— Backer, what happened?
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