It's almost seven thirty in the morning. I'm still strangely awake after seven days and nights locked in an empty room with no communication from the out side, and strangely enough a large double bed with freshly made silk white sheets and three perfectly plumped pillows. But still I have yet to sleep for even a minute.
I am able to stare out side through the slit in my white dolphin printed curtains. I've been sitting here for almost four hours now. The sun has just started to spill over my pale skin and swim around my flat freckled nose.
I had left my hair brush in the bathroom. My hair sits around my shoulders like a mess of yellow sea weed, and has tangled so bad it almost makes me feel claustrophobic in some way or another.
I am able to stare out side through the slit in my white dolphin printed curtains. I've been sitting here for almost four hours now. The sun has just started to spill over my pale skin and swim around my flat freckled nose.
I had left my hair brush in the bathroom. My hair sits around my shoulders like a mess of yellow sea weed, and has tangled so bad it almost makes me feel claustrophobic in some way or another.