The final day [84]

I was lying on my bed with my legs swinging down. Some of my hairs were twisted around my forefinger as I played with them, twisting and then unfurling them, repeating the process again and again. Having done all the work yesterday, I had nothing to do today. It was just nine in the morning. I had showered and changed into new set of pjs. I haven't descended the stairs yet. If I was being honest with myself, I was in no mood to leave my room. Not because I was still not over with yesterday's events but because I just wanted to spend some more time with my thoughts.