No Cure for Insecure

At some point that night, Sofia stood in the darkness of her room debating whether she should drink a coffee or just sleep. She knew that Claire was already in her apartment for she had seen Clark's car pull out on their street.

She stretched her body comfortably and a yawn escaped from her lips.

Her brain still wanted to do so many things. Surprisingly, the kind of hustle that she had in her past life was still within her. The urge to make plans and create ventures was running in her system. 

But at the same, she does not want to burn out her new body. It would not be good for her health and she vowed that she would get enough beauty rest after the tournament.

Her foot slowly moved towards a particular drawer in her desk where a single sachet of chamomile tea was placed.

"It's better if I'll sleep tonight. Things can easily analyze after a good rest," she muttered softly while staring at the sachet of chamomile tea in her hand.