I wake up sore, I gues getting choked two nights in a row does that to someone.
My neck is sore, more like the ache that settles into your muscles after a bad fall or a long night you didn't sleep through properly. My neck feels tight when I turn my head. I sit up slowly, letting the room come into focus, then swing my legs over the side of the bed.
I shower longer than I need to, standing under the water until the heat loosens the stiffness in my shoulders and neck. I don't rush, there's nowhere I need to be, no one waiting for me, and for once that feels like a small mercy. I dress simply, soft clothes, nothing fitted, just comfortable.
As I blow dry my hair, Margaret crosses my mind, I had reminded her of her traumas, and even though I didn't know and I didn't do it on purpose, i still feel like I owe her an apology.
I shouldn't have said it like that. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all and tried to cover up the marks.
