Her eyelids are like anchors, weighing her energy down.
Her head bobbles side to side slowly.
Her thoughts sink down and bury themselves beneath the surface.
She is drowsy and lets the conversation slide by.
She is ready for her head to crash into the pillow and let time tick it's way until she sees light.
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Short StoryHighest Ranks |#362 Short Story| There are 100 pages in this book and will only be 100 pages. Each page contains words. Each word means something. Or they can just be words. Words that no one wants to listen to. Words that no one cares for. And word...
