It was quiet. Too quiet. No city noises, no radio, no television. The silence left her alone with just her thoughts. That was not likely to lead to good things. She paced the apartment, too restless to just sit down. She wanted to yell, to scream, and throw things. Those nightmares and everything that is going on with her life are making her feel more frustrated. But the adult part of her knew that a temper tantrum would accomplish nothing. She had been awake for a long time, but she wasn't tired, and, of course, she wasn't hungry or thirsty either. There was nothing to do to distract her from her emotions. The lack of things to do was just as frustrating as having no one to talk to.
A soft knock sounded on her door and she closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. The only person it could be was Ayana and she wasn't sure she wanted to see her right now. So she ignored it.
