Eyes snapped open, sitting upright from yesterday's bizarreness. The frizzy hair, neck sores, and dark sags underneath her eyes all happened in one night.
'I'm so tired. Should I not go to the company for today? Hmm, to go or not to go...'
There might have been several scenarios that she overlooked before, but yesterday was too much.
Nathalie, groaning aloud from the memories that seemed so fresh in her mind from yesterday's event, rolled on her bedsheet after she got preoccupied with the train of thoughts.
Unbeknownst to her, Theodore called and knocked numerous times, but it led him to no avail.
Thankfully, she snapped out of it, slapping her cheeks, and rushed to the pinewood two-way door.
Opening it, just slightly ajar, she took a peek and it was Theodore, who had a food trolley for her breakfast, bore a smile from her presence.
"Good morning, Theodore."
