Aurelia
I change into my sleepwear, the soft fabric brushing against my skin as I pull the top over my head. The night is silent, the kind that makes you feel like you're the only one awake in the world. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and the memory of my last conversation with Leonard drifts back to me. It's been two days since then, and I still can't shake the image of myself with that cigarette between my fingers. I never thought I'd be the type to smoke, but he lit one for me, and I took it. It wasn't about enjoying it; it was about feeling something different, anything other than this gnawing uncertainty.
