Note: This a quick side story to help me get out of this writer's block I seem to be phasing in and out of. Chapters will probably be short and few.
Anyway, be kind to my poor, inspirationless-self and enjoy.
The bed creaked.
A girl shifted in her the covers, her legs tucked under her. She leaned forward, eyeing the computer screen in front of her groggily. The digital clock on the bottom corner read 4:14 a.m.
Kathleen glanced down at it and groaned. Being a narcoleptic during the day often made her an insomniac at night.
The Irish girl's traditional green eyes throbbed from the strain they were under. The room around her was pitch black and the only light source was that of her laptop.
Subconsciously, she leaned back onto her bed. Her eyes began to feel heavy.
She reached over and closed her laptop, sliding it off her lap.
Then she curled up and fell asleep.