I quickly changed into my pajamas, using the side of the bed to support my weight alongside my weakened legs. I was pleased to be rid of the mirror, though I wouldn't have minded having something to check out my new clothing in. Oh well.

I tucked myself in under the covers, but I didn't turn off the lights just yet. Instead, I opened one of the books I had purchased. A sappy romance novel. Maybe it would put pleasant thoughts in my head before I went to sleep...

After a few hours, I was incredibly tired, done with the book, and rather dissatisfied. Those characters had been way too perfect - I couldn't relate to them at all! There were so many ways I was messed up that they were not - it made me kind of angry! I sighed, creeping out of bed long enough to put the book away. Now I was bound to dream about all my shortcomings!