Abigail returned home, exhausted. The weariness in her knees was palpable, and her drooping eyelids betrayed her desire for rest. She could hardly keep her eyes open on her journey back home. It was unusual for her to fall asleep in the car, but today was an exception as she succumbed to exhaustion.
"Bring me a cup of coffee," she said to the maid.
Weary, she made her way to her room and collapsed onto the bed, her eyes closing involuntarily.
She would have preferred to sleep if she hadn't brought the file with her to examine. But she couldn't fall asleep right now, so she wanted to drink coffee.
The maid brought the coffee. "Madam, your coffee."
"Hmm… Put it on the table," Abigail murmured in a tired, half-awake state.
The maid complied and departed.
