Lena stepped inside her apartment and let the door settle with a soft hit behind her. For a split second, she simply stood there, leaning on it until the silence of her house engulfed her. The day had indeed been long and tiring, and she could feel the exhaustion coming from the thought of the trip that lay ahead of her. She shut her eyelids, inhaling the air before breathing it out audibly after some time, all the air in her lungs leaving them in a quick and unsteady manner. Eventually, she took a push off the door and proceeded to the direction of her room. Each movement weighed more than the previous one, as though, at last, her physique was acknowledging the exhaustion of the day. When she finally entered her room, she froze at the threshold, studying the well-known area. The made-up

