Sheridan would be the first to admit she was tired.
As she slumped into her apartment late at night, she tossed her keys onto the table near the door and kicked the door shut behind her. Normally she'd be beyond paranoid about locking it and making sure everything was snug and tight and fastened. But she could barely keep her eyes open and what difference did one night make? She hadn't been robbed or attacked for the past year she'd lived here, so if she just happened to leave the door unlocked once, what could happen?
Sighing she kicked off her shoes as she walked into the living room, the feeling of blisters already blooming across her heel and toes from her pumps. Sherri tossed her jacket onto the couch, turning on just a lamp before opening her fridge. The sharp light was the only illumination in the room, and she blinked at it as she rummaged about for something to eat. Only her appetite overrode her need for rest.