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You have a night on your own to relax. Show us your ideal way to indulge.
The day was hot, probably one of the last hot days of summer before autumn sweeps in and shuts everything down. Day's get shorter, nights get longer and everyone and everything tends to bundle up. Recognizing the last days of summer people were out and about, walking arm and arm, hanging out around tables in the slowly disappearing outside cafes. Stepping inside out of the fading light, Lisbeth lets her eyes adjust to the dim light of the hallway before heading up the stairs to her flat.
Stepping inside, she kicks the junk mail out of her way before moving into the kitchen. Her boots are heavy on the wooden floor. Her downstairs neighbors hate that. Tugging them off she drops them near the stack of mail, her rucksack is handled with more care and her groceries get stuffed in the fridge - except for the pizza that gets stuffed in the freezer.
A night alone. The apartment building is quiet, the bath is warm and she can slip under the surface her back flat against the bottom and her knees poking up, cold as she squeezes her four foot, eleven body into the bathtub. The view of the ceiling above the bathtub is distorted by the bathroom light with everything out of focus her brain quiets. Quiet.
The pizza takes five minutes in the microwave and the coke is ice cold. Sitting on her couch in her shirt and skivvies she eats and drinks and reads, a lot. One microwave pizza is never enough, she eats all three of them and makes a serious dent in the coke. The apartment is quiet, the only noise is a TV down stairs on the first floor and the occasional car, even that tappers off after one in the morning. By three she is tired of sifting through emails and web histories and turns off her ibook. She stays on the couch, smoking one last cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness of the apartment. It's quiet and she exhales and hears the smoke in the air, one last drag and she crushes out the cigarette and it hisses in protest. When her eyes close, she quiets and falls asleep, cross-legged on the couch. Quiet.
