A/N: In the spirit of Dollhouse coming back Friday, have a few drabbles! This one is about Adelle after the events of Spy in the House of Love, written for frerak.
Her entire body aches with exhaustion and she thinks that she should know how important sleep is. She realizes that it is foolish of her to get to the House before dawn and work until she finally collapses into her bed long after midnight, but there always seem to be things to do, more important than sleep.
Her eyes tremble with soreness as she reads over a form and she tries to remember a time when her vision wasn't blurred with fatigue. She stops because it hurts to think back that far. She places her signature by the x.
It occurs to her that he would've noticed, would've expressed concern, would've forced her to listen to what her body was telling her….
No one notices. No one mentions. She keeps her manic pace.
She works to fill the holes he left in her day, to force herself into a brief sleep at night without thoughts of him, dreams of him.
She won't let herself admit that she misses him.