She drank her coffee in the shower. As the water diluted the caffeine, the caffeine diluted her exhaustion. But her eyes remained glazed and her spirit dim. The coffee was simply the fuel that would move her body through her compulsory days. She leaned her head against the wall and slid to the shower floor, knees against her chest, water splashing annoyingly at her face, not all soft and waterfall like as it appears in the movies; back spray shooting straight into her eyes so she had to shake her head from side to side to find sight but instead just kept her eyes closed and let the water own her. It was downright frustrating and that seemed fitting.
That made her laugh.