Breathe
The familiar scent of your apartment loosened the knot in your stomach considerably when you opened the door to your apartment. Like a breath of fresh air.
Well, something like that.
Your apartment was a bit of a mess; clothes strewn across various surfaces, trash littered about, dust blanketed nearly every floor.
If Tony came to your place tomorrow with it looking like this, he’d definitely know something was up.
You dropped your belongings in the pitiful entry way, kicking the door shut and trudging about through your apartment.
The bedroom was first — it was the messiest after all.
You cleared off the bed of all the clothes you needed to wash, needed to put away. Fluffing the pillows, you sat, leaning back against them and sighing.
It was comfy, warm. Just to rest your eyes wouldn’t hurt, just sit here in the dim room, cozied up on the bed.
You got a bit more comfortable, letting your eyes fall shut — they felt a whole lot heavier than you were anticipating.
It wasn’t too hard to relax, in the end.