A book geek who also works as a nurse and entrepreneur. That's all I could give you, for now.
Credits are rolling and she turned off the TV as Sex And The City 2 (Movie) ended. She grabbed all her stuffs on their work desk and put them inside her blue pouch. Then like how all the other nights in their home, she’s always the last one to go to bed. The one who turn off the lights.
She put down the pouch on the top of the low wooden bookshelf, turned the TV and DVD player on. She didn’t care on what cd is in the player, she’s just not in the mood to have a battle with herself, to decide on what to watch.
She, with her scrub suit on (she uses them as her PJs now), lay on her bed. Lights off, tv on in her room with red walls. For now, no books will be read for she’s beaten up already. Not from work, but from all the punches that life threw at her recently.
This is how her nights would be for a few months. And it feels like a routine to her, that she’ll never get tired of. She hated change, but she’ll always forget that with the good surprise of it. And like how the past few nights ended, she gets her phone and type all the thoughts running to her head. To make everything be remembered.
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