She woke up three hours too late to fix anything today. She shuffled, eyes half closed, to the bathroom. She had a slight intention of using the facilities, brushing her teeth and washing away her endless night. She turned the know, opened the door and saw the box on the counter. The box that had started the whole thing. The box that made him angry, the box that made him leave.

She crushed the cardboard in her shaking hand and ran to the window. Flinging herself upon it like a desperate bird, she opened the window with a loud thud and threw the beaten box out.

A temporary victory over her torment.