You open your eyes, after a long night of refusing to sleep. It's a rainy day, the sky covered in grey clouds. Comfortable weather, for once, as dull white light filters through your ripped curtains and graces your blank, empty room. The only thing in here is a floor-length mirror, and your bed, covered in a rumpled black comforter. You get up, tired, walking slowly over to the mirror. You have a routine, every single day. Clean the sand from the corner of your eyes, eat an ice cube, straighten your hair and braid it, feed the wolves half of your breakfast, wrap your arms in bandages to hide the bite marks. Then, it's a stark cold shower, with the lights completely off and the door locked. Then you get dressed- binder, white dress shirt, black pants, a simple black coat, and hair straightened yet again. Then you stand by the window, sipping your black coffee, watching the rain while the wolves rough house.