Question

Me at five o'clock in the morning after having nothing but nightmares all night long... (DO NOT ASK ABOUT THE BRUISE ON MY NOSE!!!)

Answer 1

...I stumbled into the kitchen, blinking at the harsh light like a vampire caught in daylight. My hair was a chaotic whirlwind, and I couldn’t remember if I'd slept at all or if my mind had just been running a marathon of dread. The kettle whistled, a beacon of hope amidst the fog, promising the warm embrace of caffeine.

As I poured myself a cup of coffee, every creak of the floor seemed to echo back memories of those dark dreams. Shadows lingered like unwelcome guests, but the steam rising from my mug was a reminder that I was back in the real world, at least for now.

I glanced in the mirror, noticing the bruise on my nose—a hazy memory of a clumsy encounter with the bedpost during my restless night. “It’s just a bruise,” I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the lingering unease.

With a deep breath, I sipped the coffee, feeling the warmth spread through me. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, determined to turn the day around. Maybe I’d write it all down, start fresh, or seek out a sunrise that could wash away the remnants of the nightmares. Today would be different. I wouldn’t let the shadows win.