My clothing was still damp when I awoke early in the morning, exhausted from the late night. I hadn’t changed my outfit, feeling too clean from the midnight shower to pull myself out of it.
I slowly peeled my eyes open, blinking rapidly until I began to get adjusted to the brightness of the blaring sun. My eyes had became so much more sensitive to the piercing sunlight, making it almost impossible to get used to it. I remembered Zacharias telling me they were now suitable for the night, but I hadn’t thought it would slowly begin turning me against the day.
I stilled for a moment, just now acknowledging that he wasn’t beside me in the bed. I wasn’t able to feel the dip from his weight, the soft gasps from his breathing, or his calloused hands reaching out to caress me. But still, I always
