Sari lifted her feet off of her desk and swung herself around on her chair. The alarm on her phone had started it’s morning mating call. She switched it off and turned back to what she was doing.
The game she was playing pulsed blue and grey light over her. Her research into this pastime suggested that doing this all night every night would not be healthy for a human mind or set of eyes. Luckily she wasn’t exactly human.
She reached forward and turned the screen off. She would just leave the game paused, having not reached a savepoint recently. The room went completely dark, her apartment was effectively subterranean, so this room didn’t need curtains to reach this pitch black darkness. It was meant for a different type of inhuman but it had been the last apartment available in the building Hank owned.
Not that Sari minded at all. She could still see, light was unnecessary.
In the time before her confinement, having light at night time was limited so she hadn’t developed the habit of keeping the light on in her sleepless nights.
The thought of her time in the coffin got her moving. Not with her top speed but something approximating normal human movement, there was no need to rush. Sari whipped off her fluffy pajamas and put on some clothes.
Doing so she mused again at how much she prefered the modern fashion. Thin fabrics, less layers, less mock proportions and less frills. She pulled on a skirt and top before remembering it was winter. She groaned, like the dead body she was, and pulled out some more clothes from her chest of drawers. Cold was no obstacle for her kind, in fact it was beneficial in some cases. However it was one of the requirements of staying in this apartment that she at least try to blend in.
Now armed with a scarf, heavy coat and thick tights she was ready to venture outside. She picked up her discarded clothes and put them in her washing basket. Sari didn’t sweat, at least, not in the conventional sense. Her clothes never get dirty from wearing them even if she has exerted herself, a difficult task in its own right, and her skin repealed grease, dirt and other blemishes. This made it difficult to regularly schedule a human routine even outside the fact that she didn’t sleep.
To keep herself from wearing the same clothes or giving away any clues to her nature, she showered every night and washed every item of clothing after wearing it once. It was a waste of time, she admitted to herself, but she had more than enough to burn.
Sari pulled open her door, the light in the hallway flooding her room.
Looking back she took a mental picture of her apartment for later reference. She was going furniture shopping today.
On the left was the bathroom, nothing needed for there. Further in but still on the left was the kitchen separated from the living room by a countertop.
Living room was still a little bare, there was space on the wall for a couple of paintings. Sari thought about a plant but it would never get any sun.
There would be enough room for a settee or whatever they were called in this era. If she planned on having anyone over they would need somewhere to sit. Her thoughts quickly flicked to the idea of having someone stay the night.
Somewhere in the remnants of her soul something half remembered how to feel embarrassed. This only sparked more thoughts about what she would do with anyone handsome enough to fulfill her tastes.
The remnant of soul core burned out. Her face did not change expression since she had left the game but now she had a question on her brow.
“I don’t even have a bed.” She remarked at the images fleeing from her mind.