Davidsons

The air cooler was running; she had her one leg sticking out the blanket as she was sprawled on the couch. She was in the most uncomfortable position, yet she was sound asleep. The daylight had hit the lounge as the curtains hid some of it, making the lounge dimly lit. Her phone was dropped on the floor as another missed alarm sneaked inside, appearing on the screen. It was 10 am on a Thursday with a hundred missed calls on her phone from the cafe, yet she snored all the way loudly.

The door to Isobel's room opened, creaking a little as her bare toes touched the floorboard, a yawn escaping her lips, eyes droopy. She looked half asleep with the tiredness still reflecting in her. The eyes held more than sleep in them today; the pain of last night was still fresh in them, the swellness surrounding it, the lighter shade of red was still there, the tears had dried, but the ache it brought wasn't shallow enough to survive.