𝟑𝟎.𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡.

The sharp rays of the sun piercing through the window forced my eyes open. I groaned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I sat up in bed. The first thing I noticed was the wall clock-it was already 11:15 AM. Panic shot through me as I realized how late it was. My clothes, still damp from last night's tears, clung uncomfortably to my skin. The bed beneath me was still wet, cold seeping into my bones, but I pushed the discomfort aside. There wasn't time to dwell on it.