I was a heavy heart to carry, my beloved was weighed down
Last night is a haze; sound and color form a sort of unfinished collage - vivid in some parts, an utter puzzle in others. Effy can't remember falling asleep, or getting home, for that matter. But the ground underneath her feels like just that - ground. Suddenly, she feels painfully and stiffly aware that she isn't lying her own bed.
Already the sunlight is threatening to creep in under her eyelids but Effy holds out. She resists, eyes shut tight, and rolls over. The leaves rustle and crack uncomfortably beneath her but she isn't ready to give into consciousness just yet. Her life is already fucked up enough, due in no small part to her own stupidity, so what's the point of waking up?
Already the sunlight is threatening to creep in under her eyelids but Effy holds out. She resists, eyes shut tight, and rolls over. The leaves rustle and crack uncomfortably beneath her but she isn't ready to give into consciousness just yet. Her life is already fucked up enough, due in no small part to her own stupidity, so what's the point of waking up?