Ch-108. Breakfast Bagel

I drag myself out of bed, the weight of yesterday clinging to me like a heavy blanket I can’t shake off.

My limbs feel heavy, like they want to stay glued to the mattress; the thought of staying under the covers for the rest of the day is tempting my soul.

But I also know one thing: whether I want to meet anyone or not, Tiffany is going to come to my house. She feels like she has complete monopoly over me; and either she will walk into my house like she owns it, or she won't show me her face for the next month too. There is no in- between with her.

And I can't have her disappear on me again. So I pull myself to the edge of the bed like a slug, wincing as soon as my feet touch the cold.

The room is dim, but I don’t bother with the lights or the curtains. I stumble to the bathroom, splashing my face with cold water repeatedly, trying to force myself to wake up and hopefully feel something other than this numbness.

But when I finally dare to look into the mirror, the reflection starin