Tonia's POV
Golden rays of sunlight pierced through my bedroom window, warming my skin and pulling me from sleep. I shifted away from the brightness, letting out a sleepy yawn as consciousness slowly returned.
My head felt strangely clear this morning. I waited for the familiar rush of memories to flood back, the vivid recollections that had become my morning routine.
But nothing came.
The night had passed in peaceful, dreamless sleep.
He hadn't visited me. No phantom touches had awakened my body.
My gaze drifted to the nightstand where the small white pill sat untouched, exactly where I'd left it.
I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, trying to process this revelation.
The dream hadn't occurred because I'd resisted taking the pill. Did this confirm that everything I'd experienced was purely fabricated by my subconscious mind? Had none of those intimate encounters been anything more than chemical-induced fantasies?
The realization left me feeling hollow and confused.
