Chapter 94: Losing Faith

The morning came early. Faith hit the snooze button three times before she forced her eyes to creek open and tried to focus on the popcorn ceiling. Each time she silenced the screeching wail, she negotiated with herself in order to remain in bed. She didn't need to wash her hair. She could wear her Polo pullover, instead of her beige top, so she didn't need to iron anything. She would risk sandals and forget socks and shoes. Finally, there was nothing else to cross off her morning routine. She had to get up.

Her head throbbed as if one of those silly wind-up monkeys clanged its cymbals behind her eyeballs. She slammed the alarm off as she squeezed the bridge of her nose between two fingers. Groaning, she pulled herself into a sitting position, the blankets bunched around her waist. Oh god, what did I do to myself?

Faith left the warmth of her bed and trudged her way to the bathroom, holding her head with her right hand. With her left hand, she turned on the shower, avoiding the mirror.