Tag: feet hitting cold floor. In the kitchen I move on autopilot: kettle

Chapter Three – Karmia Sunlight slants through the blinds, cutting pale bars across my sheets. I blink up at the ceiling, disoriented for a heartbeat before the clock on my nightstand comes into focus. Late. The city outside is already alive, horns and engines, faint voices drifting up from the street. For a moment it