Two-Fifty Tuesdays #13

Excerpts of my writing consisting of 250 words. No more. No less. 

The following passage was taken from Chapter Twelve of my work in progress, Somnia. 

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     It’s about noon when the first wave of exhaustion hits me.  I suppose if I were healthy and not in a hospital, I’d be able to pull an all-nighter no problem.  But this is different.  My body is rejecting my plan.  And I think the nurse slipped my medicine into my lunch.  My eyelids droop, feeling heavy.

     “Wiles!” 

     I jump, my eyes flying open.  Destiny is peering over me.

     “What are you doing?” she asks.

     “Not sleeping,” I mutter.  She just gives me a look.  Okay, I have to admit, that one was awfully close.  I pick up a crayon again and try writing, but it just turns into indecipherable scribbles and designs.  Stay awake!  I look down at my paper and realize I’ve been writing those two words over and over.  I sigh and set the crayon down.  Not everything I write happens, unfortunately.

     I manage to go another day and a half without dreaming.  I would like to say I never fell asleep during that time, but I’m pretty sure I dozed off at least half a dozen times. Destiny was always faithful to wake me up before it was too late.

Jace returned my journal as promised.  I haven’t seen him since.  The people who claim to be my parents have stopped by several times.  They exhaust me like nothing else.  Both of them—especially the mother—are only interested in talking about Riley—the person I was.  I’m sorry, but I don’t care.  I don’t remember ...


God bless,
~Amy Rochelle