I woke up with burning eyes, not sure if it was because of the tears I fought so hard to keep inside last night and still couldn't help shedding, or because of the sun's rays falling directly on me.
Sun's rays?
I struggled waking up in my place, my body feeling crushed and exhausted, and it didn't feel as comfortable as I remembered this bed or room to feel.
That's when I remembered where I was.
At the roof. The terrace.
I stayed up here last night on the pretext of watching stars when I was really just too occupied with my own thoughts and war to not cry going on inside me, wishing I could be the little girl again who believed in Prince Charming and fell in love with stars and fairytales and believed in fascinating stories my mother told me.
Oh, how much I would trade to be that inn
