As I begin to wake up, I can feel the warmth of the morning sun streaming into my room. I’ve only ever seen the sunrise once and that was with the aid of a makkari long ago. I wonder if each sunrise is different. Each morning is a new day so I imagine there must be some difference in the light it shines upon the earth. If it weren’t for feeling its rays on my skin I wouldn’t even be aware it was morning at all as I open my eyes and stare up into nothingness.
The moment I’m fully awake the ache in my chest returns and I crave to return to the oblivion sleep brings. There’s been no word or contact with Osiah in two weeks and the pain it causes me each day only grows. I imagine it would be a thousand times worse if we sealed our bond, so I suppose I can take some solace in knowing that’s no
