Anger. Tiredness. Fear. Ethyne could feel her eyes slowly close as she gave in into the temptation. 'I'm just gonna rest my eyes for a minute ... and I'll go back to my work.' A certain feel of numbness took over her body and she couldn't move her eyes off the document on her desk. The more she looked at the words on those papers the dizzier she got and as the letters slowly lost all shape and meaning they turned into something unreadable. The woman closed her eyes in an instant and she leaned on her back. 'I'm not one of those lazy slackers... but it wouldn't be called sleep if I rested my eyes a little, ... right?'. She esitated to open her eyes and with them still closed she massaged her forehead with the tip of her fingers. '... right?'. The agonizing silence broke when she heard a knock on the door. Ethyne lifted her head and saw a woman smiling, hesitant to enter her office. She smiled back and tilted her head in consent, at which the lady entered the room and approached Ethyne.