Remnants of the Night

[KAELIA BRYNN HALLOWAY]

I wake up to the blurry vision of cheeky Renaissance angels with amused expressions, watching my knotted body, concealed between sheets and pillows in a crooked angle.

My gaze narrows, head slightly tilting, only now noticing that whoever had painted these angels gave them cocky know-all faces as if they knew something— I did not.

My head tips deeper at this but the subtle