Aria

They say the night brings counsel, but that is a lie. The night is a thief. It steals the hours, swallowing the time you desperately need to prepare your mind, and spits you out into the harsh light of dawn before you are ready. The night gave me absolutely no opportunity to prepare for the next day.

I got up from my tangled bedsheets, my head pounding with a dull, rhythmic ache. I walked into the bathroom and stared at the mirror. The face looking back at me was flawless, expensive, and completely foreign. I traced the sharp angle of my jaw with a trembling finger.

If negativity was...