12 - Control

CHANDRIA LILY LOPEZ

At 3 AM, in the kitchen bathed in moonlight, sleep remains elusive as my mind buzzes with unending thoughts and worries.

Sipping on wine, its rich aroma and smooth taste momentarily distract from the whirlwind of thoughts. The warmth as it trickles down my throat brings a fleeting comfort, yet fails to quell the restlessness within me.

Replaying the night's events, the intimacy with Reid lingers vividly in my mind. Despite the passion and connection, unease gnaws at me. I feel like I'm treading on thin ice, entering a realm of uncertainty and potential heartache.

I heave a heavy sigh and place the glass on the countertop, leaning against the kitchen island. Closing my eyes, I try to quiet the tumultuous thoughts racing through my mind. But even in the stillness of the night, the weight of my emotions bears down on me, leaving me feeling adrift and unsettled.

In these moments, I usually find solace in the quiet solitude of the night, my breath's gentle rhythm remind