The couch was comfortable, and now that Zhenlan was back home, I was being treated like a princess.
My phone rested in one hand, the screen bright with a drama I'd already watched three times, while the television played in the background. Everything was back to normal now that the guys were home, and I was... happy.
Content.
Some news program was being cycled through the same footage of empty streets and abandoned buildings, repeating itself in slightly different ways, as if changing the angle made it new again.
I hadn't really been paying attention to it. The news was more of Zhenlan's things than mine. The dialogue was predictable, the images repetitive, and the tone carefully manufactured to sound urgent without actually saying anything useful.
The worst part of all was that this was one of those "we are sorry to interrupt your regularly scheduled program" and it was playing on. Every. Channel.
