Title: Wake Up Exhausted

Rated: T

Summary: Sara is tired; exhausted really. One morning she finally realizes just what it is that has been dragging her down for the past month.

So this isn't the exact story I'm working on right now but I'm sure this'll suffice for the time being. For those wondering, no this is not the first story I've written. Believe it, or not I'm actually a writer! I am just too lazy to write a whole lot. ha

I also drew a picture for this one shot/drabblet. : )

Droopy eyelids flutter open slowly, adjusting to the vibrant rays of sunlight streaming in through small cracks in the blinds on the nearby wall, only to shut quickly due to irritation the bright light caused. "I really ought to invest in some damn curtains. Those wimpy blinds aren't cutting it." A now awake and irritated Sara Quin mutters out loud to no one in particular.

Her comforter felt like dead weight that was keeping her pinned to the plush softness of the bed. Or at least that's what Sara thought. "Ugh I feel so exhausted and lazy. This is the tenth time this week." Sara's languid hands reach for her face and find their target. Rubbing her eyes furiously she exhales a sigh.

Pushing herself up on her elbows she glances around her room, surprised to see things out of place, clothes on the floor all scattered about this way and that, and even an empty take-out box left on her nightstand. She internally pouts at this scenery thinking about how much of a pain it'll be to clean her whole apartment, although she knows she'd do it eventually. She can't stand unorganized things, especially when it's her things that are messy. Sara hates that.

She yanks her snow white cotton covers off of herself and leaps off the bed, breaking into a stretch. Turning around to look at her tangled sheets, she purses her lips in disappointment at the unruly bed. "If only I could make my bed with my mind. That'd be fantastic. Think I'll make it up later." Making her way out of her room she pauses to grab her BlackBerry off the dresser.

Sara slowly saunters over to her leather couch and plops herself delicately on one of its soft cushions. Leaning back, she looks to the ceiling and sighs only to then turn her gaze in front of her. Her eyes settle on the new view, her sliding glass door that leads to the small balcony. Looking past the balcony she gazes out and notices the trees' leaves outside are starting to turn crisp oranges, red, and yellows. This was always Sara's favorite time to be in Montreal, right before the autumn weather hits.

She smiles to herself and looks down to notice her little black cell phone resting in her palm. The small screen lights up as she checks to see if she received any new mail. "Hm. Not a one. No one loves me today." She says letting out a small chuckle. Her mood quickly changes when she remembers the text message her sister Tegan sent her late last night.

"Are you alright? Can you get me off your mind?"

Tegan had just gotten into a new relationship a month ago. She seemed happier now. Sara wanted her sister to be filled with joy again. She should be happy if Tegan is happy, right? At first, that's what Sara thought until she realized Tegan had someone new in her life. Someone that wasn't her, making her Teetee happier than she had been. This upset Sara and at the same time it exhausted her.

Sara texted here sister back, "I'm alright. I can stand up straight."

Placing her phone down beside her on the couch, she looks out to the cityscape. She pulls her knee up, and rests her head on her arm.

"I hate this, and I hate them. This city's exhausted and it's wound up. Just like me."