After leaving Camille’s room yesterday, I ended up sleeping for hours.
I hadn’t realized just how exhausted I was until my head touched the pillow.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the dark.
Then I checked the time.
8:00 p.m.
I had slept through almost the entire day.
My body felt heavy, but at least the bone-deep exhaustion that had followed me for days wasn’t quite as suffocating anymore.
I dragged myself out of bed, took a long evening shower, and forced myself to eat dinner.
After that, I didn’t even bother trying to stay awake.
I climbed right back into bed.
And within minutes, sleep claimed me again.
The next morning came far too quickly.
I was already awake before my alarm went off.
For a few seconds, I lay still beneath the blankets staring at the ceiling.
My
