Lying flat on her back, tangled in the soft fabric of her unmade bed, Sheri endured a deeply restless night's sleep. The early morning light was just beginning to peek through her window blinds, casting long, geometric shadows across her bedroom wall, but she felt entirely exhausted. She was constantly, almost obsessively, checking the glowing screen of her phone in the dim light. She kept staring at the empty notification bar, quietly wondering if she would suddenly get a text message from her boss to explain the sudden change in plans.
She honestly hadn't realized it until this exact, frustrating moment, but she had actually gotten quite comfortably used to the steady, predictable routine of having to head into the corporate office for work every single day.
