Drab – A Drabble

Lana’s shoulders slumped as she crossed the threshold, the apartment sucking the life out of her.
She shuffled to the window, wrapped her hands around the blinds and pulled. The plastic crackled, the cords strained, and the whole thing clattered to the ground. More of the graying light of a dying day drifted in.
Lana pressed her forehead against the frosted window. “Today wasn’t so bad. No one yelled at me.”
Her broken giggle floated across the room. The fridge buzzed on.
Cold stabbed the front of her brain and froze an idea in place: she needed a new life.

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