sing me to sleep
@teniras
Sara was eternally grateful for the narrow hallway in her apartment. She had to undergo eye surgery on account of an infection, which to her didn’t seem necessary at all because she didn’t feel any pain. (As well as the fact that the surgery was a hell of a lot for something she didn’t ask for in the first place.) Her head was pounding, and she wondered whether or not this was done purposely, but it wasn’t and that made her even more angry.
Her headache subsided for what felt like three minutes before it crashed right back with enough force to knock her out. Sara prayed it would mellow out, if only for a few more minutes so she could make it in the lobby (it was always quiet downstairs, amazing her with how much louder it get as soon as the glass doors were open.
She sat in one of the chairs furthest away from the front entrance, and took her shades off. See, along with the silence, three of the lights were missing since she moved in. They made no move to fix them yet, and she didn’t mind. Soon, and very soon at that, she heard music. Nice music; not her style per-say, but calming.
She stood, taking more effort in her legs then pressing on her temple and looked out the window. An open window, because the owner hadn’t made a move to repair the cracked glass in the corner. A man?
“Excuse me.” Her voice rasped as she spoke aloud.











