The road to redemption




She woke next to pile of pillows and a blanket that knows her every goodnight and drunken sleep. 
She settles a half opened eye at the time, and realizes it's still dark outside, that she could still force her eyes to close.
But no, the time on her phone blurred her still tired eyes, again, with tears for the pain she sorely feels. 
She brushes off the poignant memory of an illusion she willingly believed for months and months.
It's going to be a good day, she chants in silence. It's a good day to start forgiving and living again. 
She knows it's a long shot to redemption. But it's a road she is most willing to take.