Trying to Live With the Dead (The Veil Diaries #1)

by B.L. Brunnemer

I woke up twice that night, both times with nightmares. So, when the alarm went off, I wasn’t happy. At least I got to sleep in an extra half hour since I showered last night. I got out of bed slowly, my back stiff. I rubbed my eyes; I felt like I hadn’t slept at all. I got up and headed to the bathroom. Surprisingly, Tara wasn’t in it this morning. I opened the medicine cabinet and found a small bottle of Ibuprofen. I took two, and then quickly washed my face. After brushing my teeth, I took the bottle with me. By the way my back felt, I was going to need it. Now more awake, I dressed the way I felt today; dark boot-cut jeans, an olive long sleeve, thin sweater with a black cami on underneath. The neckline on the sweater was low enough that the cami kept the girls covered. I brushed my hair, leaving it down and only pulling the front back into a small clip at the back of my head. I did my usual sunscreen and makeup, then I grabbed my jacket, making sure I had my wallet, cell phone, and keys before heading downstairs. Thankfully, I found a metal travel mug. I turned the coffee maker on and made my lunch.