Aimee Lamadrid

Until You Don't Need Me

Danni was hungover. The pounding in her head reminded her of how much she drank last night, the taste in her mouth full of regret and cheap wine. The sun peeking through the blinds in the dingy apartment window felt like a knife to her eyes, and she curled herself closer into her bed comforter. Blindly, her hand reached around the bed, and with a start, realized there was nothing.