You said your final goodbyes to your costars before the hotel elevator doors closed once again, leaving you in silence for the first time in the entire day. The soft jazz music that played in the small space while it brought you up to your floor calmed you down, even if it was just a little. The door chimed, and you made your way out to the quiet hallway.   It was well past midnight by this time, and your feet were dragging from how exhausted filming had left you. Countless hours of standing, acting, and stunting—it’s enough to tire anyone out. Today, especially, having filmed very emotionally driven scenes left your body feeling sluggish.   Once down the long hallway, you scanned your keycard, the door opening and closing behind you with a soft click. Your feet automatically move you towards the bed before flopping down on it, feeling instant relief on your tense muscles. Your eyes closed before opening back up, drifting in and out of consciousness as you desperately fought and failed to stay awake. The bustling city noises of Berlin remind you of home, bringing comfort to the foreign city.   You felt your body begin to lose the fight against sleep before hearing a ringing from the phone in your coat pocket. You sat up with a groan, taking it out and immediately answering it, not bothering to check the caller ID based on how blurry your vision was.   “Hey, did I wake you?” Mike’s voice rang in your ear, and you smiled at the sound. It’s been two months since you’ve last seen him; acting schedules are not making much room for it. With him across the globe, you’ve resorted to constant phone calls and text messages. It wasn’t much, but you both grew used to the system until you could see each other again.