This is not finished but I’m restless/impulsive today so… here ya go.
MONDAY: a self portrait
By noon she was sure the bottom of her eyelids drooped deep down into the apples of her cheeks but no one seemed to notice and for once she was too tired to care. The only thing that received her attention was the nagging clicks that jumped off the beige office clock that hide on the corner wall. Five O’ Clock it seemed, was never going to come…