Kara Celine Amundsen

The last witness

Monday, July 12 – 08:00 AM The alarm rings. I open my eyes before the sound reaches me. It’s not the noise that wakes me up, it’s the habit. My body knows what’s coming. I sit up, letting my feet touch the cold floor. As always. I turn to the nightstand and tear off the calendar page. Monday. July 12.