I woke up from a long night of terrible nightmares and it was just too much for me to handle. The morning light washes over my barely clothed, bed-headed figure as my tears run down my face. Last night's mascara runs, leaving dark rivers down my pink cheeks.

I woke up from a long night of terrible nightmares and it was just too much for me to handle. The morning light washes over my barely clothed, bed-headed figure as my tears run down my face. Last night's mascara runs, leaving dark rivers down my pink cheeks.