The beeping was constant. She even heard it in her dreams, which she experienced even more than waking life, to her annoyance and misery. She’d always enjoyed sleeping, but she did want to get out of bed sometimes. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault, though. These days, she was just too tired to do much of anything otherwise, really. It was obnoxious, taking a nap and waking up to it being the next day, or even the day after that. She hated how her eyes would droop and her stomach would hurt and they’d ask her to please just eat something, but she’d be asleep before they finished their sentence. Often she was left alone, alone to sleep and listen to the constant beeping that never left her side. Luckily, it seemed to be slowing, and she’d only hear a beep every few seconds. It was still slowing, and slowing, and slowing. Interestingly enough, her breaths seemed to be doing the same. Someone was saying something, her name, perhaps. But then she took a deep breath, and the beeping finally stopped.