Waking up very early was a part of her body clock. She wanted to sleep some more, but her eyes would not allow her to do so. She gradually pulled herself out of bed, with her muscles still protesting.
She wanted to bang her head on the headboard because she believed it was its fault. Her brain would not stop thinking about things she needed to forget, especially when the said topic was just on the other side of that wall beside her room.
In the end, she decided to go on an early morning jog. She would rather run off her frustration instead of thinking about it all day. So, she changed back into her outfit last night.
She suddenly felt like she was doing a walk of shame, wearing the gown that she had worn last night, sneaking out of the house of her lover. It did sound familiar to her, remembering the last time she did it.
