Her head rattles around... fighting sleep.. she sits listening to music that she feels is a connection to the past. It is.. sort of but much if it is only in the lyrics that makes her feel okay...
She's moved from her desk to her room.. the one she seldom shares with her other half.. well it happens frequently with couples. And she snores. And its actually better this way.
She crawls in to the right side so the bedside table with the small light at her right elbow which baths this side of the room with just enough light to make it appear cozy.
Her eyes are starting to close now. She's almost dropped her phone she is writing on twice and erased a whole sentence. Its time to sign off.
She will pick up where she has left off
Tomorrow.
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