Just Want To Sleep Sometimes

Theo carried his bike up the tight stairwell of his apartment building. He accidently banged a wheel against a door. Seconds later the lady who lived there opened it to start yelling in Spanish. After the long long day he'd had, Theo wasn't in the mood to apologize. He kept going steadly up the stairs, shooting a couple insults back to her in Spanish as well. It really was unsuprising some of the first words people learned in a foreign language were curse words he thought.
He unlocked the door and closed it behind him, causing the woman's voice to reduce slightly in volume. Very slightly. The bike got put in the the kitchen, as out of the way as he could get it. There was a plastic cylinder of a pitcher that he never used any. He filled it about halfway with water and stuck the flowers in it, before putting on the fridge. With a small expenditure of mana, he cast a subtle spell that would heal the bouquet, keeping them fresh, maybe even let them regrow roots. Then he'd need to transfer them to a pot he thought ruefully.
The bedroom hardly held the bed it contained. Theo collapsed on the covers without bothering to undress and put the pillow over his face. He felt like he couldn't move a muscle but try as he might he couldn't clear his head. He lay there awake for more than an hour, thinking, remembering, before exhuastion finally let go its grip and allowed recovery to start.