i lie in bed drawing circles on my skin with increasing pressure. i stop after threatening to break through and turn over.
the emptiness in my bed once scared me but now i embrace it as i stretch sideways, releasing tension in my lower back.
i remember i meant to book a restuarant for dinner the next day and flip back over to grab my discarded phone from the floor.
carluccios. i think. or maybe the pub down the road.
sighing, i sit up and rub my face. this needs some thought.
my feet feel uncomfortable against the soft carpet and i notice i'd not managed to wash all the dirt from between my toes. i scrunch my mess of hair and delight in the fact it's now below my neck.
finally.
i stare into the mirror in front of me, a daily scrutiny. hmmm.
bloody perfection.