I don't know when it was, but when she opened her eyes, the sky was already very bright.
No alarm to wake her this morning? Or did she sleep so deeply she couldn't hear it? Her head throbbed painfully, and her throat was so dry it felt like it might catch fire.
When did he leave? Avery Jane tightened the blanket around her, her body aching as if it had been sawed apart. She seemed to have no strength left to even rise.
Yesterday, the weather was so cold, the temperature indoors was so low, then she sweated, was exposed to the wind. Avery Jane thought she might have caught a cold, her head was slightly feverish.
She was ill.
Dragging her heavy body, she changed clothes. She still had work to do.
She had already lost all dignity here and didn't want people whispering about her behind her back.
The reflection in the mirror was frightening, her face pale as a ghost.
Her lips dry and cracked, showing a different kind of crimson, her eyes void of spirit like a sky devoid of stars.
