The sound of birds humming outside could be heard from your open office window.. This was what Grell called a "bad habbit" of yours, always staying up later, working on extra documents, keeping track of so much information.

Even now as you were in a state of semi-sleep you could hear her voice calling out to you. “Darling I thought I told you to stop working yourself so much."

Only if this was part of some weird dream. Grell was already standing by your side, her hand on your shoulder.