Kaho woke with a faint groan as sunlight cut through the window, acting like an unwanted alarm.
She turned her head, trying to escape it, but the curtains had already been pulled open. Of course, they had; her sister never allowed the room to stay dark.
Kaho really hated mornings, but there was nothing she could do. Dragging herself out of bed, Kaho shuffled to the bathroom, already dreading the mess.
The counter was buried beneath layers of makeup and beauty products, most of them not hers. She had to nudge aside bottles and brushes just to find her toothbrush, her movements slow and tired.
Even here, there was no space for her. No corner of her room, or the house, felt like it belonged to her.
"I don't want to be here..." she murmured to herself, then shook her head. "I should think on good things."
