Boxing day
— Boxing Day- continued from yesterday's post. The next morning, you wake alone, the bed empty beside you, the sheets cool and slightly rumpled. Mia and Karen’s clothes—once strewn across the floor in a chaotic testament to the night’s excess—are gone, the room eerily tidy, as if the feverish events had been a dream. The faint scent of vodka and perfume lingers, but the space feels oddly sterile, the Christmas lights now dimmed in the pale morning light streaming through the window. You sit up, your head heavy with the weight of exhaustion and the surreal memories of Mrs. Green, Ellie, Mia, and Karen, each encounter a vivid, chaotic thread in the tapestry of the night. Downstairs, the house buzzes with the frenetic energy of departure. The clatter of suitcases and the hum of voices fill the air as you pull on a hoodie and jeans, your body moving on autopilot. In the kitchen, Mia is already dressed, her brown hair tucked into a messy bun, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses as she s...