~Harlow~
The alarm blares so loudly, it reminds me of an air horn. I’m tempted to smash my fist against it as soon as I wake up, or even better, toss it out the damn window that doesn’t even lock.
At least this morning, I could sleep in a little, even though I can hardly describe my sleep as anything close to restful. My skin feels like it isn’t a part of me anymore, as if it’s crawling and the bed beneath me is alive.
Sitting up, I shudder with disgust, as violent as ever. Yep, it’s clear that I need to take another shower to get rid of the bedbugs. I’m sure the dirty stairwell behind the plaza would have been a cleaner choice to spend the night instead of the bug-infested bed in the shitty motel room I had to pay money for. So much for thinking anything would be better than the stree
