She had been turning over the bed all night in withdrawal. She decided she had to, there was no way out otherwise she would have lived a life of trippy dreams and foggy realities without an ending.
When she would have woken up she would have been a whole different person with a brand new life waiting for her. It was a with-drawl from all the drugs she had used in her life to feel a real person, to experience real feelings, with-drawl from synthetics alcohol love and contentment altogether.
Snowy had been observing her all night experiencing on her mistress what nightmare actually meant. She bounced on the bed and climbed her way to Lily's face and licked the slipstream of the tears she had shed throughout the night and that were still alive on her cheeks.
Lily opened her eyes to the day only to realize that nothing was different from the day before, and an even more painful existence was waiting for her just behind the corner. She wanted to go back to sleep but Snowy needed some food so she stood up and skid into the kitchen.
Then she remember the only good thing from the night before, those green eyes, that girl at the bar. What was her name? She never asked her, she left without saying anything. Her hand was crossed by a sharp pain that for a moment comforted her from the other more continuos pain to her stomach.
She had to see her again, if her eyes were the only thing she could remember than it meant she was worth the effort to go out and face the daylight in a bright and vivid New York City day.
Lily stepped out the building and breathe in the spring air. Facing a new day in her new life but with the same old weight pulling on her guts.
At least this time she knew where she was headed.
