A Shortie's Work

In a little room, a short brunette could be seen sitting at her study table, doing what seems to homework, revision and some random doodling to keep herself occupied and awake. Time passed by painfully slow at the moment and she wished for it to pass slower, for she did not wish to face the coming first day of the week.

Having being buried under a pile of papers and stationery, she got up to stretch, doing all sorts of tai chi poses as she flexed her stiff shoulders and muscles. Her eyes were getting droopy and she could feel them closing by themselves. Oh how she wished she had coffee with her at the moment. But unfortunately, she doesn’t.

After pacing around the room for a while, she took her place at the table once again to resume her work, only to be distracted yet again by the beeping sound of her phone. A message had been sent by her friend, inviting her to a Christmas barbeque. She could only imagine herself going as she knew she had no chance of attending the gathering with her friends.

With a heavy heart, she rejected the invite and went back to her business.

Why do I have to do this when everybody else is out there having fun during Christmas?!

She could not help but curse her poorly arranged schedule inwardly.

Never mind, it’s only one week. You can get through this. You know you can! All you need is a pass and you’re done with this!

She felt slightly more pumped up to work after that little pep talk. However, there was one thing standing in between her and getting her work done.

Sleep.

You know what, forget about this. I need to sleep! I’ll continue tomorrow.

Lights went out, and so did she. Off to dreamland.