Blind Desires
TATE
THE MORNING LIGHT sliced through the blinds, landing right across my face like it was trying to drag me out of a sleep. My skull pounded with every heartbeat, the kind of headache that made you want to bury your head under a pillow and stay there. I shoved my glasses on before I even sat up, rubbing the grit from my eyes.
It was the same routine as always—drag myself up, take a piss, brush my teeth, take a bath, wait for whatever meal they decided to throw at me.
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