Cruel Awakening

HAZEL

Morning light creeps weakly through the curtains. I'm curled up in bed with Tess, her arm slung protectively around my waist.

We fell asleep like this last night after I cried until my throat was raw and my eyes burned dry. Losing the role still feels like a punch to the chest every time I remember it.

Tess stirs beside me, her voice sleepy but laced with concern. "Hey... how are you