Faith struggled to keep her eyes concentrating on the words on her computer screen. She could feel her thoughts go sluggish, her fingers ached from typing for hours.
She glanced over at the clock, squinting at it to try and make sense of the numbers.
2:45am.
Ugh, gods, she thought as she turned back to her essay. The biscuit packet was empty, her care about this damn grade were low.
Sod it, she thought, hitting a final full stop on her conclusion. She didn’t care anymore. It was done.
Now to sleep.
[Stories on a Theme – a weekly theme that I use as a spring board for short stories over the weekend. Catch up with the posts on my IG]
Alex.J.Cobalt 