She laid on the floor in the middle of her apartment, simply staring at the ceiling. Music reverberated off of every wall, filling the rooms and surrounding her like a blanket. But, all that was going through Evey White’s mind was that she needed to do something with the ceiling. Fabric maybe? Hell, anything would be an improvement, especially when it came to the water stain in the far corner that was probably older than she was.
“This is what normal people do at three a.m., isn’t it?” she mused as her bare foot wiggled in an almost frantic rhythm in its attempt to match the music.