Complete Idiot

I wake up gasping and put my hand to my face. I can still feel the tingle of that bastard's hands on my cheek. I turn on the lamp and its light makes me squint and my hands fumble with the nightstand for my cellphone. The clock face reads three o'clock in the morning. Holy shit, there's a big event later and I'm up at three in the morning. This is great Selena.

I put the device back where it is, fluff up the pillow, cover myself back snugly, and stare at the ceiling trying to figure out something to make me fall asleep. Until I realize that sleeping in a space alone is not my thing. Yes, I would like to have Hunter by my side, but besides him, I could have my mother in another room like at home. It is unbearable to be alone. I sleep out of my internal obligation; I sleep out of anger at myself for not being able to sleep.

My clothes are already laid out for me when I get out of the shower. I look at the white cape that covers the dress with the Valentino logo in black. I pull the zipp