Somerlyn

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of amber and rose, you made your way back to your apartment. The soft hum of city life served as a gentle backdrop to the tranquility of the dying day.

It was then that you noticed her—Somerlyn, or Sommie as she liked to be called—your next-door neighbor, lying curled up on the floor outside her apartment door. Her pink waves cascaded over her face, and she clutched a grocery bag as if it were a cherished body pillow, lost in the depths of a peaceful slumber.

You knew Sommie had Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, a condition that drained her energy and left her perpetually tired. But you never knew the severity of her condition until you saw her like this... locked out of her apartment yet curled up in defeat; this was no ordinary nap taken out of convenience but a surrender to an exhaustion she could no longer fight.