Amy's eyes shot open, and she glanced about, confused for a moment. When she realized what had happened, she laughed at herself, shaking her head and sitting up on the futon.
She had fallen asleep on the futon, waiting for Sophie. She had wanted to ask how the night had gone, so she had turned on a movie and sat on the futon. She couldn't remember how many movies she had made it through before passing out, but the TV was still on, sitting on the main menu of the last movie she had watched. For a little while, she just sat and stared at the TV, her mind blank and idle. After a few minutes, she stood, stretched, and shut off the TV on her way to the bathroom.
Amy went through her morning ritual, her mood elevated. The fact Sophie hadn't shown up last night meant she was likely still with Evan, which boded well for their night. She began to smile as she thought of similar times with Ryan, but she quickly caught where that was heading; almost immediately the thought was discarded as she switched tracks. Today, she thought, she would spend most of her time outside. Maybe go to the local park, read by the small lake there. She did have quite a bit of homework to do, she knew, but she didn't really want to jump straight into that, especially considering Sophie was out enjoying herself.
When she left the bathroom, she glanced at the clock, realizing it was a little past 6 in the morning. So early to be up, she thought. She grabbed her phone off of her desk. She shot out a quick text message to Sophie (Have a good night?), then returned to the futon and plopped down. What to do with her time? As she sat on the futon, trying to think of what to do now, her mind wandered, and as time passed, it wandered to her darker thoughts, thoughts of Ryan and how he was doing. She wondered if she texted him now if he'd reply, and what he would say. She wondered if there was anything else to their breakup that no one had been told. She began to wonder if he'd take her back if she begged.
It was then she realized what was happening. Stuffing her bad feelings and thoughts back into back corners of her mind, she grabbed iPod, intending on doing something, anything, other than sitting here and thinking.