As the clock struck 11:11 my baggy eyes stared down while my pencil fell to the desk of my completed 3 novels, 42 written and recorded songs, and 108 poems. What the heck am I supposed to do with this? Burn it? Sell it? Hide it till it is just an embarrassing story?
None of these answers satisfied my hunger of purpose so I just kept staring. I couldn't take my eyes of the monsters I created. My eyes longed for sleep yet they wouldn't stay closed. My hands slid onto the last poem, feeling the led on the paper until it rubbed of onto my hands. Maybe I should type it up. Or maybe get a cover to group the endless papers together. I would've done anything to put off the questions.
I looked up to see my reflection in the mirror. Sleepless nights haven't done you any good Constance. The wavy brunette hair attached to my head frizzed like crazy and had the grease of a McDonald's fryer. My skin care routine hadn't been that great either. I had let go so much my face looked like a pizza with an extremely pale white cheese. Those mirrors were never my strength anyway.
The monsters were still there. Might as well put them under my bed and scare little kids. I wonder if they would get the joke. Paper doesn't have power over them like it has power over me. It's almost like if I left it unattended it would burn everything I ever loved to ashes. I reached for it only to remember it wasn't going to be by my side for another 7 days. It's not like anyone texts me anyways.
But I couldn't go any longer without sleep. No matter what this paper felt I had tests and classes and homework to turn in. So, I layer my head on the desk, pulling my monsters closer to be led and paper pillows. Once I was asleep I would be safe from them. Once I was asleep there was no purpose to be fulfilled. There I sung songs to myself too soft for anyone to hear but me. There, I could shut my eyes and drift away.
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