It got... tiring, that's all.

She was so dependent on it, and it was expensive.
And the price just seemed to keep climbing.
Then, there were the painful side-effects...

Was this really any way to live?
Was it... really worth it, to just keep delaying the inevitable?

She caught herself, sometimes, smiling emptily at nothing.

"What's wrong?", Stacey would ask. "You don't look so good."

"Oh, nothing, Stace. I'm just a little tired. It's nothing, really."

Maybe she should just take a little nap.
She had to take her Zombrex soon.
But just a little nap, first.

Zombrex? She laughed a bit. What was the point?
She decided to not set the alarm clock.
She didn't want to wake up.