Chloe's Point of View
As I stepped into the penthouse with my body screaming to relax, the door creaked silently behind me. It was dragging the weight of each muscle with the day, and I thought I could hardly keep my eyelids open. Working for the whole night through impossible demands of Jonathan had left me more tired than ever.
I tumbled onto the soft sofa in the living room, sprawling on to it without even getting out of my working clothes. The fabric engulfed me, throwing me into a hazy, dreamless sleep almost as fast as the click of a switch, I suppose. The last thing I recall is the constant thrum of the city outside my window, distant and thin.
But it wasn't too long before something from within or without really stirred me from my slumber.
