She started feeling uncomfortable with how her room looks like. She thought that she needs to rearrange some things to let the good vibes in her space.
After cleaning, she supposed that she is going to fall asleep because of the exhaustion. But it was otherwise; she was wide awake despite the tiring task of rearranging her things. She decided to watch a movie, but kept on pausing and un-pausing because she did small tasks in between. She couldn't focus, actually. The movie's done. She still couldn't sleep.
Tinkering through her father's memory card, she found a 3-volume anthology of The Beatles' songs. She wasn't born in the 60's to swoon over the four-piece british rock band, but she is a big fan, nonetheless. She sang to almost all of the songs. Her father influenced her familiarity to the songs. She grew up listening to everything The Beatles' played. Her all time favorite is All My Loving. But she gets emotional when she listens to Norweigan Wood.
10 songs yet she still couldn't sleep. She's starting to feel annoyed because she has nothing left to do anymore but to sleep. It has been like this for weeks now. She's up mostly during the night and wakes up past lunch time. Yes, she gets enough sleep, but not at the right schedule. One more week and she's going back to work. She needs to get this body clock fixed.
She thinks about how broke she is now. She blames herself for not saving up for this month long forced vacation. She's gonna get an allowance from the company but it can barely pay her bills. She misses going out with her friends in the city. She can't believe she has to go home to her parents' just cos she's too broke. Oh god, she is pathetic.
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