~*JUNE*~
I stare at my phone screen until my eyes start to water.
The numbers don't change. They remain fixed there, glowing back at me like some kind of miracle I don't deserve.
Ten thousand dollars.
Ten thousand freaking dollars staring back at me from a credit alert from Macaulay Media Group, like it’s completely ordinary, like my balance didn’t just go from pathetic to life-changing in a single notification.
I blink.
Then I blink again.
The numbers don’t change.
"Am I dreaming? I'm dreaming, right? Because there is absolutely no way this is real," I whisper to the empty bedroom.
I press the heels of my palms into my eye sockets until bursts of color explode behind my eyelids, just to make sure I’m not dreaming.
Then I pull my hands away and stare at the screen again.
The num
