She slept because when she did so it didn’t hurt.
She could dream of happier times.
Dream that he wasn’t gone.
Her friends said she was sleeping her life away.
She wasn’t sure why they felt that this was such a bad thing.
Her waking hours she felt like an automaton. Functioning and performing the tasks required of her, counting down the hours till she could once more rest her head upon her pillow.
Eventually her friends stopped calling.
You can only take rejection so many times, even from a beloved friend.
She barely noticed.