Diana yawned with exhaustion and rubbed her eyes, as she got off the bus and walked down the block. She stretched her neck that hurt due to the painful posture in which she slept in the bus on her way to the work.
She hadn’t slept the whole night, waiting by the phone assuming that Adrian might text her any moment.
Even whenever her eyes would take a rest, exhausted by not getting any sleep past her regular bed time, after every thirty minutes or forty, her anxious brain would knock on her brain and bring her back to life. And the first thing she would do is pick her phone and see whether Adrian texted or not. And of course, he didn’t.
By eight, she got out of the bed and got in to her work out clothes. She kept her phone aside and did some meditation and yoga, in order to get her head
