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Checks, Greasy Breakfast and Kisses
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Zoey's POV
I slump on the couch feeling drained.
Seriously, it's as if someone is sucking all of my energy away. I've been cleaning the apartment for a good while now and I'm exhausted. Fortunately, today is my day off. It's usually on Sundays, but because they were so understaffed yesterday, I stepped in.
I sigh in relief, finding solace on the couch.
I'm so tired that I don't want to lift a nail. I'm glad I took a bath a few minutes ago because I'm not sure if I'd be able to make it to the bathroom or the kitchen.
As if on command, my stomach growls in protest. Damnit. Heaving a heavy sigh, I peel myself off the couch and head over
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