A Day in the Life
Collection of drabbles.
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With a heavy sigh, Reno pushed open the door to his apartment, leaving his keys, cell phone, and EMR on the nearby coffee table after silently closing the door behind him. Not bothering with the light, he reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, immensely glad he wasn't wearing a tie—he never wore one—shrugging his jacket off without a second thought. His shirt quickly followed suit, falling to the carpet, as he made his way to his room. Toeing his shoes off as he went, he noticed the light blinking intermittently on his answering machine, but he didn't care. He had a cell phone for a reason.
When he reached the doorway to his room, he leaned heavily against the frame and ran a hand through his bangs, pulling his goggles off only to drop them to the floor as well. He took his belt off before crawling onto his bed and burying his head deeply into the pillows. He was so exhausted. He couldn't remember the last time he had had more than three hours of sleep at a time. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this tired.
His eyelids had been closed long before he'd reached his room, and now that his body was all but lifeless, he attempted to shut off his mind as well, quelling the desire to dream. He distantly heard his phone begin to ring from where he'd left it, but decided it was far easier and more benefitting to answer the call to sleep instead. If it were that important, he thought, they'd come wake him up instead.
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to be continued.