I squinted at the blinding sun peeking through the curtains as I slowly rose from the bed. The floor felt cold under my feet as I stood. I turned around and grimaced when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. 

With my hair hanging off my head and my red eyes looking empty, I looked sick. It wasn’t anything new. I never looked good after waking and appearance was the least thing I was bothered with. 

I had better things to occupy my mind with instead of pondering on my looks. If anyone cared to ask, I would say I looked just like my nightmares. No one who...