Less Than Wonderful
The Room, Summer House, Brittany (France, 2003) © Sébastien de Feraudy (@platinumrevival) 2024
Written by: Emma Mathes
As the sun rose over the edge of the windowpane, she squinted and tossed towards the wall. She’d been tossing all night. Saturday evening was behind her and she remembered everything, a tell-tale sign of a boring night out.
She’d pushed herself, going alone with the dream of meeting someone, anyone really. Once she got to the hop, she was sure it was a mistake. The music was amazing, the one saving grace. Her toes had tapped on their own all night. And that was just it: alone.
Sunday was beginning, and the embarrassment of the night before still clung to her. She threw off the blankets and walked to the shower.
