V lazed around on her couch, the soft hum of her apartment providing any noise. She had found a rare day off from all the gigs and noise, and it was her full intention to take her chance. Her clothes were soft and near enough fluffy, her hand idly wrapped around her third beer.

Another soft hum escapes her lips, a little (slurred) song.

“…I couldn’t wait for you to come and clear the cupboard…”