Chapter One Hundred and Ten: Goodbye

Celine I knew I was late the moment I woke up. I leaped to a sitting position on the bed. I didn't have an alarm to wake me up, but I didn't often need an alarm. I often awoke before the blare of my alarm. I felt lethargic that morning. My bones felt like they were lead, like the sleep I had overnight had drained me of my vigor. The bed was ergonomic, but I had a fitful sleep nonetheless. My dreams were plagued with several spine-racing events, coursing a myriad of emotions through me. I was tightly strung with sensations overnight, but I felt empty when I woke up. I pushed myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom to wash my face. It was a bad idea to sleep in a hotel. I would be extremely late to work this morning, and the hell that I would miss work over this matter. I was numb to feeling this morning, and I was glad about that. I didn't feel heartbroken nor antsy about the potential danger I was in. But I was pissed that I would have to return home and get a chang