Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Monday...Leah focus on herself. (Luck: +10)

She spent the first hour on the couch, legs tucked under her like a pretzel, binging docuseries and pecking at leftover frittata with the same fork she’d used the previous day—there was a perverse little pleasure in skipping the dishwasher entirely. She scrolled through Instagram, endured the onslaught of sponsored wellness posts, then turned her phone face-down and stared out the window, unbothered by the film of condensation fogged across the glass. The world felt so still, she half-expected time to just stop.

A shower seemed excessive, but she took one anyway, letting the scalding water roll over her body until her skin went pink and sensitive. When she stepped out, she toweled off and slipped back into the hoodie and a fresh pair of panties—nothing else. No one was around to care if she was dressed like a perv. In the mirror, she caught her own reflection and smirked at the way the sweatshirt hem barely skimmed the tops of her thighs. She looked like a college sophomore on a walk of shame, and felt just as brazen.

She didn't do anything productive at all all day long--and it was absolutely glorious. The day alone at their place was a relaxing calm before the storm of the work week to come.