Sleep
I hadn't slept at all last night. Then again I hadn't slept for as long as I could remember.
I had difficulty believing that most humans, and even myself at one point were able to maintain at least 7 hours of constant sleep every night. It was such a strange idea to slow ones mind down to a crawl, simply to sustain ones body, but deep down I missed it. These extra hours provided me with an excess of time to feel apprehensive and nervous, to think about the future.
A face flashed through my mind. This face was both my past and future, it consumed me to the point where I saw no other.
My fiancé, Royce King. Marrying him was what I had always wanted, a secure future with a handsome, loving man. How unfortunate that my future, once so assured, was altered.
Things would never be the way that I had dreamed they would be. "Still" I sighed, "this is an acceptable compromise." I glanced at my white dress and couldn't help the narcissistic image that flashed through my head. I knew I had to try harder, for the sake of my new family.
Suddenly I saw the sun coming through the windowpanes of my room and a shiver of nerves ran up my spine. "Time to go" I whispered to myself, and as I glanced at the mirror I knew that Royce had made the right choice for the both of us and I couldn't help smiling.