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The early hours of morning shed light through sheer curtains. With the sun steadily rising, beams of sunlight splashed through and across Tina’s face, rousing her from a deep sleep. Groggy from not having dinner the previous night and replacing it with the liquid supplement of wine, she didn’t move. She barely remembered crawling into bed but that also might have been simply because the day before was so mentally taxing. There was a scent heavily dousing her nose with sandalwood and florals, it wasn’t common – but, then again, neither was the feeling of the heavy blanket weighing her down or the softness of the sheets.
Opening her eyes, Tina blinked away the blurriness of sleep and realized that she was alone. A panic rose in her chest as she realized she was laying and facing Bette’s side of the bed. Suddenly she was very awake and very aware of her surroundings and the faint noises elsewhere in the house. She leaned up on an elbow and looked at the alarm clock on Bette’s bedside table, noticing quickly that it was about 8:30 in the morning. Falling on her back she gazed up at the ceiling and wondered what possessed her to tell Bette that sleeping in the same bed as a perfectly fine solution. Wine, emotional exhaustion, feeling absurdly out of place, being miserable… She was miserable. Having been so detached for so long was making her feel so… Unhappy.
From the outside looking in, she had achieved exactly what she wanted; a blossoming career in film, an opportunity to be a part of story telling and a participant in projects that were so important, she had a really lovely house and she was getting married to the woman that she chose. Yet, there was still this crushing emptiness that followed where ever she went that she couldn’t describe and it reared its head whenever possible making her appear to be unreasonable, unrelenting, and insensitive, at times, while in the background she brooded over the feeling that never seemed to fade. The power of depression could subject a person to behaviors that, in their right mind, would be intolerable, or make choices without actually considering the best interest of the parties involved. She had found herself at that point. However, realizing what was happening was the issue.