Morning alone.

The next thing you know when you open your eyes is the distinct idea that hours have passed since you last closed them. Instinctively you pull yourself upwards and give your arms and chest a huge, yawning stretch. You don't remember having fallen asleep as quickly as you did in weeks, if not months - for that matter, you don't remember feeling as refreshed either.

Groggily you scratch your head, only to note something else: Rebecca is no longer around. Maybe she didn't want to stay for breakfast, but what happened after you dragged her to your room and plugged yourself in? You try your best to remember, but the previous day's chain of flirting and fucking leave little space in your brain for coherent memories. An odd sense of calm relaxation fills you as you recall the various expressions of Jackie, Rebecca and Ms. Wu, but you can't help but wonder. Did Rebecca make it back home alright? You turn to the bedside table. Nothing appears to have changed saved for a piece of notepaper. Recognizing Rebecca's handwriting you pick it up and study the lines of text, just as you break into a wide, smirking grin; it's Rebecca's address. It goes without saying you passed all hardware inspections.

You take another deep breath, releasing it in a satisfied sigh. You definitely haven't felt this fulfilled from work before. Motivation seems to fill you down to your fingertips, renewing your muscles with energy you never thought possible - but what now? You struggle to remember what you did on weekends, but you draw a blank. Work always took all the time out of you even outside of the office, as you tried to keep yourself in homeostasis after crashing in your apartment over Saturdays.

Strange as it seems, and as tight as you see your schedule becoming in the future - you can't wait to get back to work.