She blinked the world into focus and brushed a stray lock of matted hair back behind an ear. Her damp, unkempt bun glistened in the streaks of morning sun and was an itching mess. Delicate fingers scratched at her scalp then chased the itch down her neck until it trailed off out of reach down her back.
"Eh? Okay, okaaay. I'm.. coming"
April's voice was tight and hoarse as it left her throat, almost a whisper. Clearing her rattling voicebox she spoke again, this time her voice deeper and more relaxed.
"Be there in a minute!"
She still sounded a little scratchy and spoke in a distracted daze.
Normally by this time, Ms O'Neil would have been up, dressed and halfway through her morning jog but today her limbs were heavy with lethargy, her head stuffed with cotton wool. Coffee was definitely a welcome prospect, even if she couldn't quite recall what her long time colleague Irma was doing in the apartment.
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