Your tired eyes. both eyes feel black and blue as they open after each blink. If you tried to sleep now it would be useless, once awake you were awake. The realization is irritating enough to make you want to sigh aloud and grit your teeth. However you still try. Your eyes shut and your head rests on the pillow again only trying to focus on the rest you so desperately crave.

You seem to dream of cranberry colored stains coating your neck. There’s no visuals though… you can feel them being strategically placed. You open your eyes sleepily the dawn passed by hours. The view your met with is the same this time you can see the usual array of knives cluttering the dresser. Some of his “works in process” blade deep into the wood, ready to be picked up and resumed. Mitches lips relent on your skin only after he sees your eyes open. “Get up, we were supposed to be up hours ago” he sounds irritated but he doesn’t look it.