It was quiet when I entered my room later that evening. I had finished work and was heading back when I ran into my brother. I stayed with him until I could keep my eyes open no longer. He of course offered me a place beside him, which I was tempted to take, but I had to wake in the wee hours of the morning and it wasn't good to wake him before he needed to be awake..
The lights were off when I stumbled in. I took off my boots and lay down, too tired to undress. I had sprawled myself across the bed when I remembered, but the bed was empty. I clicked on the bedside lamp. She was curled up amongst all of her things, piled in a corner beside the bed, asleep. She clutched her pillow tightly to her even in slumber and her head rested on her bag. She looked comfortable enough so I left her where she was. It was only after a second glance that I realized she had been crying; most likely she had cried herself to sleep. Silly girl, she wasn't the only one unhappy about this situation. Then again, I never knew what was wrong with her, there were always many reasons, and excuses she gave whenever anyone found her crying. I rolled over again hoping I'd be asleep instantly, as sleep was a precious and scarce thing around here.
I awoke to her moving about the room, humming. I glanced at the clock. It was five a.m., too early for her to be awake and I was going to be late. I hurried into the bathroom and tried to make myself look presentable enough. She came in and proceeded to comb her hair, still humming. I didn't recognize the tune, but it was annoying me already. "Mornin" she said. I just looked at her. She shrugged and walked away from the mirror. I gave her one last look and exited myself, just in time to hear Frank yelling up the stairs.