Lingered Touch

Elena lay in bed, eyes squeezed shut, willing herself to sleep.

But it wasn’t happening.

The muffled sound of music still thumped through the walls, the occasional burst of laughter piercing through her weak attempts at ignoring the chaos.

She turned onto her side, then onto her back, then onto her stomach—nothing helped.

It was so frustrating.

Why didn’t Sienna just go to a studio hall? Wasn’t th