urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sidlesight sidlesight sidlesight 2007-01-01T20:28:38Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sidlesight:651 2007-01-01T20:28:38Z 2007-01-01T20:28:38Z <p>Who:&nbsp; Meh...<br />What: Positional Post.<br />When: Whenever...<br /><br />Her eyes opened against her will, taking in the room about her, through furrowed brows.&nbsp; The dull headache, weighing them down even further.<br /><br />The light in the room wasn't right.&nbsp; It wasn't morning.&nbsp; Which was probably a good thing, since she wasn't in bed.<br /><br />Lifting her hands to her face, Sara rubbed at the weight on her eyelids.&nbsp; In hopes that the friction would clear it.&nbsp;&nbsp; Knowing it was pointless.&nbsp; The headache asserting itself with the action, she brought her feet to the floor, standing from the couch, littered with books and files.&nbsp; A search for answers that became blurred and&nbsp;fruitless with the bottom of the empty bottle on the floor at her feet.&nbsp; Nudging the offending object with her toe, she let out a frustrated breath.<br /><br />Coffee.<br /><br />Shuffling into the kitchen, eyes crawled over the bare space.&nbsp; Hands instantly going through the motions of brewing a fresh pot.&nbsp; Dumping out the cold rememnants of the last 'needed' fix.&nbsp; Filling the resevoir full, she'd need all the help she could get.&nbsp; It was the one appliance, possibly the ONLY appliance used regularly in the kitchen.&nbsp;&nbsp; That and the fridge full of takeout.&nbsp; Again.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Reaching for the can of coffee, popping off the lid, Sara reached for the scoop.&nbsp; Hands finding the cold metal bottom of the can.&nbsp; Empty.&nbsp; She'd meant to go shopping yesterday.&nbsp; But that was before...<br /><br />The can hit the counter with more force than necessary.&nbsp; A scowl falling on the kitchen window.&nbsp; She didn't <em>want</em> to go out.&nbsp; The sunlight too bright.&nbsp; The day just too harsh.&nbsp; Better to stay out of sight.&nbsp; Even with the lack of caffeine.&nbsp; The old dusty bottle of instant at the back of the cupboard, a more appealing option, than encountering <em>people</em> right now.<br /><br />Besides.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Sara filled the kettle, and set it on the stove, crossing to the island, more files and paperwork there.<br /><br />She wasn't done.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>