Regan was already out of her bed by the time the clock struck 11:40. She was late in waking up but nonetheless had never felt better.
She slept better than she had anticipated and woke up feeling a lot lighter than usual. It wasn't normal, but the normal she knew when she lived outside of the walls that confined her now. '20 min…' she thought to herself, 'that's more than enough time.' She looked up at the clock and let out a deep breath. 'More than enough time to think..'
She had given in to her thoughts. Not to the words, but to the idea that she would continue hearing them. It was one of the reasons why she woke up 20 minutes before Antonin would arrive with her lunch. It was time for her to think about the thoughts that swirled in her mind, time for them to foster and to build in her mind, for her to wallow in the self-degrading, self-motivation, and self-harming thoughts her mind liked to conjure.
