Tonya

Glasses on the table. Tonya didn’t like to lay in bed with them on. She’d smush them against her hands or pillows too often. Her eyes did ache a bit though, she’d been staring at her laptop for the last–

Tonya glanced at her alarm clock.

02:11.

–for the last two hours.

Another day off her routine.

She’d been sleeping later and later.

She paused her show. She lay there, losing a staring contest to the back of her eyelids.

02:48.

She reached for her laptop.

Play.

03:03.

She placed it on her table. She bit her lip.

“Just go to bed”, she thought.

“Bed”

“Why?” Tonya heard. From a voice that had to be hers, but was not familiar to her. It was far too cracked, too raspy, too raw, too hoarse. No, it couldn’t be hers.

Pillow wet.

Body shaking.

“But it’s..”, she murmured.

09:27.

Tonya woke up.

Salt streaks dry on her face.