The solitude of the room was a sanctuary, the plush sofa cradling me as I lay there, lost in thought. The events of the day had left me weary, both in body and spirit. With a deep breath, I pushed myself up and made my way to the bathroom.
The hot water of the shower was a balm, washing away the grime of the day and the tension that clung to my skin like a second uniform. Afterward, I dressed in the simplest of attiresna T-shirt and sweatpants.
Comfort was my only desire, the soft fabric a gentle embrace against my skin. I sank back into the sofa, a sigh escaping my lips. "I don't think Lydia will come to the room before tonight, but I think we should at least talk a little," I mused aloud, though the prospect was less than appealing.
The evening was drawing near, the shadows lengthening and merging into the embrace of twilight. Dinner would be served soon, and I decided to rest my eyes for a moment.