Beyond the blinds and glass panel doors, the sun was setting. The day was almost over. Camilla would be gone before morning. She repeated these words to herself, over and over, as she soaked in the warm oranges and pinks from the sun.
Camilla stood at the full-length mirror, her eyes glossing over its tarnished, brass-coated Victorian frame. She reminded herself to look into her reflection head-on.
Once she relaxed in the tub, Camilla realized her limbs were still as heavy as lead. That was the nature of a warm, sudsy bath: it reinforced and validated the fatigue that never seemed to go away.
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