Joanna wandered into the bathroom to clean herself up. She had gotten up late and her preparations were rushed, but she was technically at work now, so she decided to abuse that fact. It would only take a few minutes anyway.
She splashed her face with water to wake up. The entire morning felt like a dream. The little shop seemed like an impossibility, and yet it felt so long ago. I must just be tired, she consoled herself, readying herself to return to her cubicle.
