Angeline, after laying painstakingly awake all night in a room filled with other people trying to sleep, had basically pretended to be asleep all night, keeping still and now her muscles ached from the effort. Light was spilling into the room, she really wasn’t sure what time it was but now it would be socially acceptable for her to escape, so escape she shall. She got up and looked at her sleeping back, did she have to take it with her or leave it there..? She opted for leave it there and took her big duffel bag with her to the bathroom to freshen up.

Grateful she’d brought deodorant and perfume she dressed herself in the mostly private space of the girl’s bathroom, save for a few weary eye-d people wandering in, keeping their eyes mostly closed as to not wake up too much so they could go and reclaim what little sleep they had. Speaking of, she leaned into the mirror and gently ran a finger over the dark circles under her eyes. She patted on some concealer and sighed at her upsettingly low stash, she had intended to buy a new one next week but that probably wasn’t going to happen now. She changed into some leggings, her sports bra, a vest and a hoodie and carefully crafted a neat little ponytail at the top of her head. She looked in the mirror and at the very least was satisfied that she looked like a normal person. Carefully re-packing her precious bag, all she had left to live with, she exited the bathroom.

She had cast her gaze around the hall, small bubbles of activity were starting up and she didn’t want to take up too much space on stretching out her sore muscles. She found a large-ish alcove, where perhaps a seating area for a cafe had once been and sat on the floor, starting with some warm up stretches, just relaxing her muscles a little from the tension of the night and the days prior. It felt good to do something that was typically so routine to her. A semblance of normality.