The pulsing, abrasive hum cut through Sunset's thin veil of sleep. Disoriented, she shot up on her bed, looking around the room for the source of the piercing sound.
Her phone. The display was lit up, though too blurry for her tired eyes to discern anything.
Sunset tossed it against the wall, and her heavy breaths rang through the silence.
It was an October morning. The orange, flickering street light shining onto her window landed in seedy curtains that reminded Sunset of cobwebs in more ways than one.
One week ago her life was shattered, and she was still on her knees, awkwardly piecing together the shards.
Fatigued from her own anger, Sunset slumped back on her lumpy mattress and returned to shallow, uneasy sleep.