Chapter 155
Tilda
Light presses against my eyelids.
But I’m not ready.
Not for being awake.
Not for the day.
Not for facing my emotions.
I’m not ready for reality.
It’s already too hard.
I woke up earlier, in the middle of the night.
I took my dress off.
I cried in the bathroom.
And I can’t do that again.
Not yet.
So I roll over.
And I pull the blankets up over my head.
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