She slapped on her sun-glasses. Was there normally so much light?!? She cringed at the sunlight. The pain was so intense ……she was pretty sure even her eyelashes hurt. She slid down the chair and closed her eyes. The attempt to block out the morning failed. The birds chirped. There was the distant yet unmistakable noise of traffic. Faint human voices from below the balcony were constant.
With a deep breath, she opened her eyes. She picked up the mug of coffee and hope its refreshing smell would work the magic she desperately needed. The first sip, though, did more harm. It was terribly sweet. She felt her tongue revolt against the taste. She grimaced. If a simple coffee couldnt be done right, was she a fool to expect the rest? How long could she fight the truth from creeping up on her? Why is it that truth found these vulnerable moments to make an appearance?
She heard the footsteps approaching. She grimaced once more. The time had come. To face up to reality. To admit the truth.
The darkness of the night had painted her a cosy picture. The morning light had shown the cracks in that picture.