Jules
By the time the can dropped me in front of the house, I knew I was just going to microwave something to eat for dinner and go to bed. I wasn't going to be cooking anything from scratch, not when I was this tired.
The rate at which I came home late and tired these days was just alarming. I needed to rest a lot, maybe take a Saturday and sleep like I was getting paid for it. Yeah, a whole day of unapologetic, coma-level sleep sounded like the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely.
Maybe I would even turn off my phone and pretend the world didn’t exist for twenty-four hours. No Judith, no sketches, no deadlines to meet up with, just me, my bed, and maybe a pint of ice cream if I could muster the strength to go to the store.
Not even doing anything with Mia would cut
