I don't love him anymore

Author's pov

It was early in the morning, and Brenda was just waking up in her large pink bed. As she stretched to fully awaken, her phone started ringing. She was too tired to answer the call. Slowly, she moved towards the edge of the bed, and by the time she reached the phone, it had stopped ringing. When she looked at the screen, she saw that it was her mom calling. She immediately returned the call, holding the phone to her ear and walking towards the giant mirror in her room. She was wearing a grey nightgown and gently touched her face, trying to feel her skin.

Then her mom answered the call, and her voice changed Brenda's thoughts about her facial appearance.

"Brenda, how was your night?" her mom asked.

"It was fine. Good morning. How was your night?"

"What about your dad? I just want to ask."

"He's doing great. He's not far from me. Should I give him the phone?"

"No, don't give it to him," Brenda said, and there was a pause in their conversation.

"Brenda, are yo