She on her bed tucked away next to the radiator for warmth, back against the slowly warming metal, her room was spotless, a pile of art supplies laid in the middle, a tray full of watercolor paints, paint brushes, pencils and pens all neatly formed a pyramid shape, her laptop at a ninety degree angle on it's side playing her playlist full of songs that mean something to her. Her head on her pillow that been folded over twice and her duvet wrapped around her feet. She lays there. Thinking what she'll be when school finishes, what she'll amount to. Nothing. Her mind is filled with questions that she doesn't know the answer to yet but she still asks them, hoping that someone will tell her. But she still lays there listing to the music enter her ears and looking at the wall . Until sleep devours her.
