Hotel

Morning 2 of the Moonlight Festival

7:00am.

The town's morning bell goes off, seven chimes, as usual. My eyes cracked open, my skin soaking in the faint warmth of sunlight that seeped through the torn curtains. The hotel bed beneath me was littered with coffee stains, matching the tone of my brown skin.

I let my eyes drift closed again; replaying last night over and over in my head. Every argument I lost, every word I failed to say... revised, perfected, useless...

Winning now wouldn't change the fact that I lost last night...

I should be grateful I was only hit by a car. In fact, I should consider myself lucky... Imagine if it had been a bus. A train. A plane. The universe was actually going easy on me.

Should I start preparing for the eventuality of a boat crashing into me?

I crawled myself out of bed, my body heavy with the weight of another day.

I grabbed yesterday's clothes from the floor... a stained t-shirt and torn shorts. They'd have to do...

With my teeth brushed, I stared back at my reflection, my black hair, glasses, and crimson scarf, doing their daily job of covering my face.