I'll See You Soon [COMPLETED]

A Week in New York

There was light trying to peak into Mia's room through a crack in the window shade's defenses. It was shining right down onto her eyes and keeping her from falling back into the deep sleep from which it had dragged her. The shades weren't thick and the room was already glowing with the soft low light of the morning waking up outside.

Mia yawned and stretched, appreciating the space the single bed provided her, her last resting space an airplane seat. And while it was more comfortable than most of its kind but it was still constricting when it came to elbow room.

It took her an extra second to remember just where she was. But when she did, she relaxed deep into the folds of comfort beneath her. Her mind and body were in agreement that the most important place she needed to be at that moment was still snuggled up underneath the light comforter that smelled foreign.

Her eyes, still half closed, roved around the room and could faintly make out the images that hung on the walls around her. She knew the other rooms in the apartment were immaculate and sparse, perfectly neat and ready for visitors. Mia could tell this particular room was not used for such occurrences.

There were posters hanging throughout the room, acting as one of the only means of decoration. They were mixed together with what looked like souvenirs from all over the world that were scattered throughout the room. Knick-knacks cluttered the top of the desk and hung from the ends of the bed, some even daring to peak out of the barely tidy closet, only half shut from prying eyes.

Mia was just making out the signatures and long inscriptions that appeared on every poster of some of the worlds most famous musicians when her body told her it was now time to get up.

The familiar restless feeling shot up to her brain from her toes and she was climbing out of bed within a second, grabbing the closest article of her own clothing that she could find before heading out of the bedroom that wasn't hers.

The rest of the apartment was still silent, the other occupants surely still asleep due to the early hour of the morning and the late arrival time they had all experienced the night before.

It was Tommy's request that they take the latest flight out of Boston, guaranteeing that both the airport there and the airport when they arrived in New York would be as quiet as possible. The whole troupe had agreed and there was only mild grumbling about the disruption in sleep schedules.

An atmosphere of excitement was born the minute the travel plans began and many of the crew gave concrete assurances that timing wouldn't matter as they were sure they would be spending the first night all together again talking until the sun came up.

This did not end up being the case but they were able to arrive in New York with relative anonymity, especially for a city that never sleeps. It was only five minutes after room assignments were given out that the majority of the travelers were passed out, fast asleep, some already snoring.

The main common room of the apartment was flooded with early morning light. The sun didn't agree with the time that read out on the clock but the spring season was still brand new and so the sun had risen late.

Mia tiptoed past sleeping figures passed out on the long leather couches, their beds looking more comfortable than the one Mia had spent the night in. Her twinge of guilt at being given sole occupation of one of the rooms melted away the instant she found Mac passed out, snoring proudly with his face pressed up against the luxurious cushions and his mouth half opened.

Her eyes threw away any lasting signs of sleep or exhaustion when her nose detected the soft scent of coffee that was just them making its way in her direction.