ZAYLA

I laid on the bed, my eyes still closed, the lids too heavy to open. When it finally opened, I dragged my gaze around the room like it was my first time here, too tired to move my body. Sleep still beckoned me, but despite the fogginess, I forced myself up. Propped against the bed board, my gaze traveled to the single window in the room. It was so high, I could barely reach it, and even if I did, I couldn't get a glimpse of what the outside looked like. Whoever installed it, had no sense of fresh air. It was mated with net, you could only see...