JELENA
As I finally slip into sleep, the endless stream of scattered thoughts filling my head slowly fades into the background. One by one, they dissolve into nothingness, making room for the comforting darkness that pulls me under.
Just before unconsciousness completely claims me, I hear my phone ping from somewhere on the bedside table.
The sound barely registers.
I'm far too exhausted to even lift a finger, let alone check who it is. Whatever it is can wait until morning. With that thought, I surrender to sleep.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The persistent sound cuts through my sleep.
At first, I ignore it, hoping whoever is at the door gets the message and leaves. Instead, the knocking continues, each rap louder and more insistent than the last. It feels strangely close, almost as though
