Dahlia rolled from one side of her bed, stretching her hands over her head. She was exhausted yesterday and it told about how she kept turning off the alarm as many times as she could because she didn't think she had enough sleep.
She thought back to the activities she had during the night and smiled satisfactorily to herself. She had quite some good time with herself, she commended herself as she sat up on her bed.
She had finally been able to get herself what she had craved for a long time but had had no time to make herself some: pasta. Having to work in a medical environment meant that one would have very limited time for themselves, but she didn't mind; she loved the feeling that came with making ward rounds, and assisting doctors to attend to sick and wounded patients.
She had stopped by the market to get some vegetables and chicken and a bottle of wine to treat herself to some really good food, and that she had been able to achieve.
