Juan Santiago
The morning was already well underway as I awoke from a fitful sleep, blinking in the bright light of day. The sun blazed through the window, heating the air around me and coaxing me out of bed. I lay there for a moment, my mind foggy and my body heavy, still struggling to make sense of the thoughts that had disturbed me in the night. Greta. And her smile. Things that will never be mine. But the day was not to be wasted; I had to get up and face the duties that awaited me.
I rose, slipping into yesterday's clothes and wincing a bit at the glint of sun on the plain white walls. My shoes felt heavy on my feet, but I had no choice; I had to be prepared for the day's demands. I had to clear my head if I were to perform my job well, so I took a deep breath and shook my head, pu
