Elora

The morning sun crept through the slits in the blinds, painting golden stripes across the room and landing directly on my face.

“Just go away for a bit, dear sun!” I groaned, burying my head under the pillow, but it was no use.

The light was persistent, warm, and loud in its own silent way. My eyes fluttered open, dry and irritated. The brightness stung, and for a moment, I was suspended between dream and reality, until the memories of the previous night crashed into me like a wave.

"Holy Heavens," I muttered, jolting upright.

Work.

I spun around to check the time on my phone and let out...