6.9.15

Night Fire

As her eyes grew heavy, her drooping head inched closer and closer to the thick manuscript beneath her. Each breath leaked slowly from her tiring lips. Her breast, draped over the wood grained desk, heaved slightly as her heart settled down for the night. Sleep was nearing, but her pupils remained wide. The text before her moved like a whirlpool at sea, but she couldn’t risk her morning exam for sleeping serenity.

Squeezing the pen between her fingers tighter, she pressed on with her note taking. Each blink of an eye felt like sweet relief, but she was known for her stubbornness.With a slanted “g” ending the second round of her notes and without warning, her head collapsed on her World Religion text. She felt herself sinking into the warm ink. As she glimpsed over at the burning flames of the candles she set out for herself, she couldn’t resist the pleasure of relaxation her exhaustion was blanketing her in. She fell asleep.



Kanisha Michelle

planting seeds of light in a dark world one word at a time.

let us ascend.

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