It is fucking 12.
I didn't know how fast times flew by but when I looked up at the clock in the living room it was midnight and I was feeling heavy.
A boulder has dropped down upon my shoulders and the weight of it melted into me slowly as the events got absorbed and processed by my brain. The weight is becoming on with me and it settled down in my stomach with great density. I gulp down a lump that is consistently stuck in the middle of my throat as I slam the door closed behind me. My bedroom is dark and stuffy even though the door to the balcony is wide open and the light curtains flutter limply against the weak wind of the night.
I turn slightly as the door opens and closes with a small thud behind me.
"Aah, sir." Maria calls out in a quivering voice, rushing in towards me with a fresh set of clothes.
