Anna had already moved into the apartment, moving most of her well needed possessions as quick as possible. As a matter of fact, she was probably one of the first to move in. It was a nice change of scenery the place was large, tidy and well kept. Quiet too when absolutely nobody was around, so that was marvelous as well. With the hours she worked, hopefully it will be quiet most of the time. 

For someone that lived in small homes and apartments, it was somewhat unnerving with so much space. The again she shouldn't have to worry if she's living with 7 other people to fill up most of the open space. She shook her head, and made all these trivial worries filter out of her mind and shooting out the ears. With a somewhat contented sigh, she sprawled her limbs out further on the carpeted floor of the apartment. Her hair did the same, messy waves of dark brown hair lounged out. The hot climate demanded she be in thin clothing, and she went along with its demands. Only with a thin sweater that still did no good, and baggy shorts that allowed ventilation. She should be catching up on her sleep, but no she lay there staring at the ceiling. Faint dark bags hanging from her eyes. 

The phone on her chest laid face up, and if it could it would probably be in the same position she was in. Earphones sat inside her ear, faintly singing music to her. Her blinks were slow and exhausted, she was exhausted. Yet, she continued to procrastinate even her sleep. Speaking of procrastinating, she needed to finish her poem. With the music blaring in her ears, she couldn't hear the roar of a familiar engine.