- Aria -
The morning after my tear-soaked night in Jamie's arms, I awoke to sunlight spilling through half-drawn curtains that felt more like a reminder of reality than a warm invitation. I blinked at the tiny dust particles suspended in the sunlight; they danced in their little universe while mine was in utter chaos. As I lay there, cocooned in soft blankets, I could feel that day's gravitational pull. It felt heavy, suffocating even. I had a show to prepare for, the final rehearsal looming like the monster under the bed that I just couldn't ignore anymore.
Jamie was still up, oddly perched in the corner of the living room, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He reminded me of a kid waiting for his mom to pick him up from school—all jittery and nervous. The thought made me chuckle in
