Mary Elizabeth Winstead

Relaxation

As she sunk into the cold, soft couch she started to close her eyes, falling asleep. But not quite there. She was in a state of weightlessness and bliss, feeling like she was flying and the world couldn't touch her, feeling like she had wings and could soar away from all of it, all of the worries and stress of making movies, of families, of friends, of lovers, all of it behind her.

She is woken up by the sound of her wine glass crashing down on the ground and shattering. Startled, she carefully gets up and sweeps it away.

She sits back down but couldn't quite get the same amount of comfortable again. A tiny bit annoyed, she reaches to grab her phone to see if people have called or messaged her. No one has.
"Thanks a lot guys," she thinks to herself and chuckles a bit.

She then opens up her internet to check up on all the latest news.