R U H A N I K A'S P O V

I woke up with a groan, my entire left arm feeling like a thousand pins and needles were dancing on it. I'd spent the night sleeping on it like a rock, probably because my brain was too exhausted to even move an inch After the usual morning struggle of brushing my teeth and trying to look like a functioning human, I headed downstairs. I didn't want to think about folders, files, or ex-husbands. I just wanted tea.