Tossing and turning in her bed, Frederikke finally gave up and opened her eyes. She knew it was early, too early, but she couldn't fall back asleep. Ever since her arrival in Bournemouth, she has had trouble sleeping, her nights were always very short. She searched for her phone, lost somewhere in her pile of pillows, and finally found it. 4:30 am. She sighed, and without a sound, got out of bed. Victoire was sleeping next to her, and Frederikke envied her for a second. Then, careful to not wake her roommate up, she switched her pyjamas for a pair of black leggings and a bright red running jacket, and grabbed her running shoes. She waited to be outside of the room to put them on, and tying her hair in a high ponytail, exited the residence. The night was silent and calm, and the whole area next to the dorms was deserted. Taking a big breath, the young lady started jogging towards the beach. Back home, she would go on run nearly every day. It was not a matter of keeping her shape, but simply not turning crazy. Running has always been her escape, she loved it. She didn't even need to listen to music, all she had to do was run. She didn't meet anybody on her way to the beach, and the second her foot touch the sand, the sun began rising. The sky quickly turned a beautiful pink color and Frederikke smiled as she accelerated. She ran for a good hour and a half, meeting people from time to time. She amused herself, trying to guess whether they were going to bed or getting out of it. She knew she was probably the only one waking up before five on a Sunday morning. Finally feeling relaxed, she progressively slowed down, until she was walking, her feet sinking a little more in the wet sand, her eyes fixed on the water, sparkling under the rising sun.