The city is quiet. She turns again, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Sleep won’t come — her mind is a storm of noise. Flooded with to-dos, breaking news, and gossips she never asked for. Punctuated by pings, posts, and ticking deadlines. Silently, she slips from the bed and sits by the hotel window. In the soft glow of neon signs, passing headlights, and flickering TV screens, she begins to write.