By the time she sat down, her body had already started that slow collapse that comes after a long day.
The city moved past the window, but she looked at all of it without really seeing any of it.
Every now and then she closed her eyes and opened them again, trying her earnest not to sleep.
By the time she reached the apartment, she felt oddly heavy.
Like somebody had quietly turned the brightness down on everything.
She got inside, kicked her shoes off near the door and dropped her bag onto a chair.
The apartment was silent, something she usually liked, but the current her could have done with some noise.
She crossed the living room and practically fell onto the couch.
Just for five minutes.
That was the plan as she closed her eyes, but a moment later, a knock snapped her awake from what she couldn't even term as a breath.
She frowned, and despite lying there for not more than a couple of seconds, she wasn't even sure where she was.
