BEL
a bed that
ury. For a long second, I lay there, my mind tangled in the fog of sleep, my body so
overthinking, no self-sabotage, no last-minute exit st
A tiny, pathetic part of me was relieved. Because if he were still here, wide awake, loo
iling windows that displayed a breathtaking city view, the kind you only saw in magazines. The morning light pour
d double as a guest bed. A glass coffee table sat in front of it, a
in a glass case, and an autographed basketball on a shelf. The man I'd slept with wasn'
I would have a one-night stand with someone wi
ncing as I smoothed out the wrinkles. My worn-out shoes were by the couch, and my tattered purse on t
ne that clung to my skin. The ride down was silent, but the se
stals catching the light. The air smelled of fresh roses, expensive
ware of my cheap dress, the smudged eyeliner und
t say anything as I slipped outside. Cold
to go
of the skyline. It wasn't silk sheets, c
and so much misery I wanted to barf at the thought of it. I had only spent on
roads were cracked, littered with cigarette butts and crushed soda cans. Stree
en whistled
" one called, his voice
him, walki
at," another chuckled.
I'd come here chasing something better, yet here I was-dodging catcall
ment I saw my door, my stomach sank. A
YMENT IMMEDIATELY OR
. Because one night of pleasure meant
neighbor yelling at someone over the phone. The faucet in my kitchen dripped, the air sme
my bed, I stared
d a bet
*
job-hunted like my life dep
extra shifts at the bar. Just when I was about to lose hope, an agency pos
cheduled fo
eeks, I went to bed wit
put together, cheap but decent. It wasn't a designer,
of my impoverished life? I almost let the thought weigh me down enough to have me turning back and going home, bu
ly. "I'm here for an inter
ng in distaste. "Sit anywhere
t. Thanks for th
fed, tur
pboard in hand. She looked frazzled, eyes
said. "Co
tated.
er left without a word,
hen at my clothes.
h
t I was th
down at myself. Well, that was humb
thought there wou
you start?" sh
"Right now
. Let'
than my previous ones combine
I was invisible. But I kept my head down, focused on scrubbing
to me like a second skin. I grabbed my bu
amn familiar. I felt myself being
fr
range déjà vu sweeping o
him. It was the man from that night. The nameless ma
hi