|A Plain Morning.
||[May. 31st, 2007|07:32 pm]
Dunder-Mifflin Scranton (An Office RP)
Pam ran her hand over her face, and wondered why she'd decided to come in today. She had hardly gotten a lick of sleep after Jim had left; her happiness contributed for her sudden insomnia.
Her eyes itched with their dryness, and if she nodded off one more time, she swore the office would think she was on drugs. She sighed took another sip of her tea, hoping the sharp lemon flavor and scent would perk her up. Pam knew that her fatigue would invite annoyance from Dwight and nosy questions from Michael.
It was already the middle of the morning, and Jim still hadn't come by the desk. She understood why, but she still felt lonely, and wanted to commiserate with him and their exhaustion. And speaking of exhaustion, Karen had arrived looking like one of the living dead. She'd stopped by Jim's desk to talk to him, and while it didn't look confrontational, it looked serious. Karen had even smiled at her, which completely took her by surprise.
Pam rested her head in her hands, and imagined that she and Jim were the only people in the office, so she could go over and curl up in his lap. Her eyes began to droop, and she was soon asleep.