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tamingthemuseTitle: Numb
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: 365 - Torpor
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: And she fell asleep thinking this had been another successful day, another day without any thoughts spared for... She was already sleeping.
Six in the morning. The alarm clock went off. Anna turned it off in a sluggish gesture. She threw the covers away and walked into the shower, shedding her night gown in the corridor between her bedroom and her bathroom. The warm water slowly woke her up. Fifteen minutes later she was dressing herself, the bitter aroma of coffee starting to invade her entire apartment. Dressed and ready for work, she poured the coffee in her thermo and walked out.
In the subway she drank her coffee while reading the papers. The news didn't fully reach her brain. She didn't care about it. She was only after the words, she needed them to block her own, not to let any opportunities for unwanted thoughts to catch her off guard.
Half an hour later she was swiping her security card at the entrance of the office. She felt her shoulders relax as she walked through the door of the lift. She was safe here. Hypothesis, formulas, codes, reports, and hard facts awaited her.
The morning flew by unnoticed in a series of meeting and planning. Lunch was quickly expedited in a sandwich bought at the canteen and eaten at her desk. The afternoon was lost in the laboratory and the ongoing experiments.
As the clock reached seven o'clock, she gestured automatically to light her desk lamp. The world was darkening outside but she wasn't ready to go home. There was still work to complete, but more importantly it was too early to go to bed.
Her colleagues steadily left the building, leaving her on her own with the guard on duty. No one commented any longer on her staying so late at work. It had become a normal sight, almost a comforting sight. They could always ask her to watch or finish something for them. She would never refuse.
Nine o'clock rang in the far off distance. She was ready to go back to her apartment. She finished her report on the latest development in the lab, tidied her notes and desk, and slowly walked out of the building.
The night was cold outside, slapping her as she made her way to the subway. She picked up a left over evening paper from one of the seats of the train and started to read it.
Half an hour later she was ordering some food. She couldn't tell whic takeaway she was calling, all the prospects looked the same to her.
She went to sat in her sofa, next to the five scientific journals she received and started her evening reading, making notes in the margins of the articles, circling books to buy.
The bell rang. She paid for her food and went back to her reading.
Two hours later she binned the boxes that had contained the food, tidied the journals she had finished, prepared the coffee machine for the next day and walked to her bedroom, picking up her night gown from the floor while shedding her clothes in the laundry basket.
Five minutes later she was in bed, her body tired, her mind exhausted. And she fell asleep thinking this had been another successful day, another day without any thoughts spared for... She was already sleeping.
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: 365 - Torpor
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: And she fell asleep thinking this had been another successful day, another day without any thoughts spared for... She was already sleeping.
Six in the morning. The alarm clock went off. Anna turned it off in a sluggish gesture. She threw the covers away and walked into the shower, shedding her night gown in the corridor between her bedroom and her bathroom. The warm water slowly woke her up. Fifteen minutes later she was dressing herself, the bitter aroma of coffee starting to invade her entire apartment. Dressed and ready for work, she poured the coffee in her thermo and walked out.
In the subway she drank her coffee while reading the papers. The news didn't fully reach her brain. She didn't care about it. She was only after the words, she needed them to block her own, not to let any opportunities for unwanted thoughts to catch her off guard.
Half an hour later she was swiping her security card at the entrance of the office. She felt her shoulders relax as she walked through the door of the lift. She was safe here. Hypothesis, formulas, codes, reports, and hard facts awaited her.
The morning flew by unnoticed in a series of meeting and planning. Lunch was quickly expedited in a sandwich bought at the canteen and eaten at her desk. The afternoon was lost in the laboratory and the ongoing experiments.
As the clock reached seven o'clock, she gestured automatically to light her desk lamp. The world was darkening outside but she wasn't ready to go home. There was still work to complete, but more importantly it was too early to go to bed.
Her colleagues steadily left the building, leaving her on her own with the guard on duty. No one commented any longer on her staying so late at work. It had become a normal sight, almost a comforting sight. They could always ask her to watch or finish something for them. She would never refuse.
Nine o'clock rang in the far off distance. She was ready to go back to her apartment. She finished her report on the latest development in the lab, tidied her notes and desk, and slowly walked out of the building.
The night was cold outside, slapping her as she made her way to the subway. She picked up a left over evening paper from one of the seats of the train and started to read it.
Half an hour later she was ordering some food. She couldn't tell whic takeaway she was calling, all the prospects looked the same to her.
She went to sat in her sofa, next to the five scientific journals she received and started her evening reading, making notes in the margins of the articles, circling books to buy.
The bell rang. She paid for her food and went back to her reading.
Two hours later she binned the boxes that had contained the food, tidied the journals she had finished, prepared the coffee machine for the next day and walked to her bedroom, picking up her night gown from the floor while shedding her clothes in the laundry basket.
Five minutes later she was in bed, her body tired, her mind exhausted. And she fell asleep thinking this had been another successful day, another day without any thoughts spared for... She was already sleeping.
