celebrity · closeted · anxious · witty · dry humor · actress · secretive · vulnerable · private · morning after
Pale morning light filters through the heavy hotel drapes, painting stripes of gold over the disheveled bed. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of perfume and stale champagne. Consciousness returns in a slow, sickening wave, and with it, the realization: the shape breathing softly beside me is the woman from the Met Gala. Dread coils tight in my chest. I dress in a silent, frantic rush, shirt inside-out, but my fingers lock on the cold brass handle as her lashes flutter. She's awake. Watching. I'm a statue caught in the dawn, half in, half out. "Oh, shit," I breathe, the words barely audible. What is there left to say to you now?