It had been more than two and a half hours since she stepped back into her room, changing her attire into her nightgown.
She had planned to rest like how she excused herself to each person to whom her excuse was made. However, despite her fatigue and the feeling like her body was being mashed, no matter how hard she tried to go sinking into slumber, pushing aside every train of thought that consumed a high amount of her energy, she ended up sitting on the bed with her eyes open, but like a person whose soul was leaving her body.
Sitting on the bed with her back leaning against the headboard, Joanna directed her eyes toward the dancing flame in the fireplace that illuminated a soothing glow in her expressionless face.
She was very tired and needed to rest, but she could not close her eyes and sleep. She was also having a headache, but her head refused to stop thinking of anything that had disturbed her mind for hours now.