Chapter 5.2

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Anna stares at the wall against which her bed is placed, buried under her covers. The light of the morning is white and soft. The common window is partly covered by the blinds, halfway down. The room appears grey. She listens to her roommate getting ready for the day. She hears her teeth crunching an apple, her sheets being shaken in the air and then carefully laid back out on her small mattress, she loves that noise. Later on, she hears the singular static sound of the bathroom's light being turned on, then silence as her roommate applies her makeup on. Finally, the entrance door being shut.

The room becomes clearer as the day goes forward. Her bladder feels painfully full. She tries bringing her knees to her chest but it makes it worse. She tries completely stretching her legs out. Still, the discomfort does not decrease. 1, 2, 3 she mentally counts. On three, she'll get up and go to the bathroom. She gets to 3.

Now, the room is darker, and a beautiful golden light illuminates a small part of the home. She finally gets up from her bed. She wears a large sweater and jogging pants. Her hair feels glued to her skull. She reaches the bathroom hastily. She leaves the door slightly open so that she can locate the toilets. She catches a glimpse of a silhouette in the mirror and quickly looks away before reaching the facilities. After a couple of minutes, she flushes the toilet.

She goes back to bed. She saw condensation on the window. She makes herself comfortable, in the same position as before. Her mattress is still warm, and lightly furrowed under her. She takes out her phone from underneath her pillow. She taps a telephone logo. She scrolls through contacts and reaches the letter "M". She taps "Mom" to select whether to call or message her. She stares at the screen, her thumb close to it, unclear what it'll tap next. Her face is white and her eyes gleam before the artificial light. Her phone softly jolts when she locks it.

She closes her eyes when she hears keys twisting and turning in the keyhole. 

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