Ordinary hospital ward.
Laura Waltson was reluctant to sleep, constantly watching TV.
The nurse walked in several times to remind her, "It's getting late, please remember to rest early."
"I know."
Laura said she knew, but remained inert, seemingly deliberately procrastinating, her eyes glued to the handsome men and pretty women on screen.
From time to time, she burst into hearty laughter, as if genuinely engrossed in the storyline.
Cherline Lindsey, on the other hand, was already asleep in the bed next to hers, turned sideways.
As if unaffected by the disturbances of the external world.
No matter how loud the laughter, she seemed to be in her own world, sleeping lightly yet soundly.
Like this.
The time on the wall reached the wee hours of the morning.
Laura asked the nurse to come in and turn off the TV, casually yawned, got up, put on her shoes, clearly planning to go out.
