Crevice

She inhaled.

The heater started back up for the unth time, causing the walls to creak.

Would the walls suddenly come crashing down?
Probably not.

“I can’t sleep,” she thought to herself. “Either I can’t sleep or I just won’t.”
He had already fallen asleep beside her. His breaths were sleep breaths. - Yup. - Definitely sleep breaths.

So vivace. So lively!

“I want to be full of life. I want to be creative. I want my thoughts to be satisfied.” She yawned.

It’s already the Sabbath. It’s not time for bed, even though it is.

Oh?

Her thoughts wandered. - They wandered to the last time she wrote. Why was she speaking in third person??

Whatever.

It had been a long week. This next one had the potential of being even longer. She had just fired someone. She had an ego.