Moths batter against the window, desparate in their desire to surrender to the light inside.

Annika looks up from the papers on her desk to watch them slamming their soft bodies into the tempered glass.

She rubs her eyes and sighs.

The work isnt done, but she knows she needs a break.

She lets the flittering of the moths purpose-driven wings lull her, her body slumping into the chair, days of stress melting into a puddle.

Pitti-patti-pitti-patti.

Pitti-patti-pitti-patti.

SLAM.

Annika leaps up and yells, "FUCK."

A large barn owl picks itself up from the ground in front of the window, and shakes itself off before giving a startled Annika a withering glare as if it hadn't just careened beak-first into the glass of her ground floor office.

Annika stares.

The owl stares back a few seconds before reaching it's wings to ascend into the heavy darkness.

"It's been a rough day for me too." Annika murmurs, her heart still beating it's rapid rhythm as if calling her blood to war.

"We've all been there I guess."