Delilah
As I open my eyes, it feels like someone was just here a moment ago. I look at the clock and it’s almost past breakfast. Why did I sleep for so long? With a slow and deliberate motion, I reach down and grasp the edge of the bed sheet that covers my body to get out of bed. As usual, Thorn always has something to do early in the morning and he is out of the room.
I slept like a log of wood after yesterday's enchilada, I cried and I found bravery at the same time. It was exhausting but I’m proud of myself for not showing fear in front of him. Brad cannot read me anymore. My tousled hair frames my face in a carefree manner as I water my face water, trying to depuff my cheeks and the rosy flush on my face.
I haven’t been able to talk to Thorn. In fact, I didn’t talk to him about yes
