She woke up feeling slightly disoriented. She hardly had a restful sleep. Then, her eyes opened to gaze at an unfamiliar room. Where was she again? She could not help but ask her still fuzzy mind as she searched for answers.
Suddenly, she remembered sitting in her car, crying outside Gerald's apartment. Then, all the events of yesterday came flooding into her mind. She remembered the horror of seeing him lying in that morgue, totally unrecognizable.
"He is dead." She mumbled with trembling lips as her eyes watered, ready to stain the pillows underneath her head.
She closed her eyes, hoping to control the surging emotions, the pain threatening to break free. She did not want to cry. Not anymore, as she remembered doing that almost all night.
