eighty-nine : quiet
the chairs are empty. the room is dark, silent save for the clink of metal on china. the plate seems to empty itself. she pushes it back over the table and stares at her hands.
water fills the sink. steam rises. the cat slinks out from the loungeroom and winds itself around her ankles. the phone rings. she ignores it.
ughhhhh. i’m not getting anywhere with this tonight. so so tired. i’ve been out of bed at 5:30 every day this week, and i’m in no way a morning person. i’ve still been awake until around 3am each night, even though i’ve been going to bed earlier, so sleep has not been happening much. glad tomorrow is friday.
