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Returning to the laundromat at 2 AM brings brief relief through quiet routine, detergent measured like medication, and mechanical autopilot. The moment ends when her downstairs neighbor Whitney barges in, turning the sanctuary into another confrontation and reigniting months of sleepless frustration and resentment.","[OceanofPDF.com](OceanofPDF.com)  \nThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.  \nCopyright © 2026 by Stella Rowe  \nAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by an electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.  \nPublished by Crow & Compass Publishing  \nTucson, Arizona  \n[www.stellarowe.com](www.stellarowe.com)  \n[OceanofPDF.com](OceanofPDF.com)  \n1. No Sleep  \n2. Attitude  \n3. Bent Over  \n4. No Edge  \n5. Punished  \n6. Devoured A Note from Stella Also by Stella About Stella Rowe  \n[OceanofPDF.com](OceanofPDF.com)  \nNo Sleep  \nI STARED AT THE ceiling, counting the glow-in-the-dark stars I'd stuck up there during my first week in this apartment. The clock on my nightstand read 1:45 AM. My eyes burned. My limbs felt like they were filled with cement. But sleep wouldn't come.  \nThree twelve-hour shifts in the NICU this week had wrecked me. Tiny babies fighting for their lives. Beeping monitors. Worried parents. The constant vigilance.  \nI rolled over, punched my pillow. Tonight was supposed to be my night off. Time to reset. But my body clock was so fucked that I was wide awake when I should have been unconscious.  \nThe pile of scrubs in the corner caught my eye. Blue fabric stained with god-knows-what. I hadn't done laundry in... how long? The basket was overflowing.  \n\"Fuck it,\" I muttered to the empty room. \"Might as well be productive.\"I swung my legs over the side of the bed, wincing as my back protested.  \nMy knees cracked when I stood. Thirty-four going on eighty. I grabbed the plastic laundry basket, hoisting it against my hip. My ratty sleep shorts rode up, and my ancient nursing school t-shirt had a hole near the collar that my thumb automatically found.  \nThe weight of the basket made my shoulders ache. But the laundry room would be empty at this hour. No one to bother me. No one to make small  \ntalk with. Just me and the machines and blessed quiet.  \nI trudged down the stairs, each step echoing in the empty stairwell. My laundry basket bumped against my thigh with every step, but the dull pain barely registered. All I could think about was her. Whitney. The bane of my existence in apartment 3C.  \nThe bass from her stereo had vibrated through my bedroom wall at 9 AM today. Again. Right when I'd finally managed to drift off after my shift. I'd lain there, pillow over my head, counting each thump like some twisted meditation while my precious sleep time ticked away.  \nThen her dog started. That yappy little monster she claimed was a Pomeranian but sounded more like a demon with its vocal cords being stretched. I'd pounded on the ceiling with my broom handle. The music lowered for approximately three minutes before creeping back up.  \nI reached the bottom of the stairs, my jaw aching from clenching it so hard. Eight months I'd lived here. Eight months since Maria had decided four years together meant nothing and I'd needed a place fast. Eight months of Whitney's revolving door of sketchy-looking guys in hoodies who never seemed to stay longer than an hour. Eight months of her slamming doors at all hours like the building was her personal percussion instrument.  \nI shifted the laundry basket to my other hip, my shoulders tight with eight months of accumulated resentment. Just one night of peace. Was that too much to ask?  \nI crossed the courtyard, my flip flops slapping against the concrete. The night air felt good on my skin after being trapped in my stuffy apartment. Moonlight cast long shadows across the empty lawn chairs and dead potted plants nobody bothered to water. 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