2:00 AM

night three

if possible, the clutter that
overwhelmed her room,
became worse. scrapped
paper, ideas, and dreams
littered the dank office.
empty coffee cups and
energy drinks lined the floor.

she's fine, it's only
the third night. she thought.
a pounding sounded in her head,
and a lump formed in her throat.
she felt her heart ache while
her lungs struggled to get air.

a knocking rang throughout
her bare apartment, and
reverberated on the few
objects in what she called
a home. a woman's voice
echoed down the hall into
her office; her room.

holden? they called.
a pair of footsteps marched
toward the faint glow coming
from the computer. darling,
i know you're in there. they
were closer now. the footsteps
stopped for a moment, then
walked away. the sound of
someone, or something, sobbing
pulled the girl out of her trance.
she wiped the water from her
face, and continued to write.