I can’t do this…

Hope

The room was still dark when I opened my eyes and my first thought was that I’d slept through the night, that maybe the pills had done their job and knocked me out cold. I rolled over, reaching for my phone on the nightstand, already expecting to see early morning hours glowing on the screen as I turned it on. But then, it lit up and my brain couldn’t process the numbers.

Ten minutes… I have been sleeping for only ten freaking minutes!

I just stared at the screen, my heart thudding as it didn’t make any sense at all. My body felt heavy, my eyes were puffy and my mind worn thin. How is it possible that I’d been lying here for less time than it takes to watch an episode of some random sitcom? I threw the phone back onto the bed and sat up slowly, like maybe moving too fast would make the whole thing feel worse.

I pressed my hands into my face, letting out a long, muffled groan. I had no idea what to do with myself. My thoughts kept circling like vultures no matter what I tried to