I jolt to attention.
My breath is ragged and uneven, a surprise even to me. I blink. The world slides into focus. My throat burns. I breathe in shallow movements, simply repeating motions I've seen before, done before. With each inhale, I feel sweat drop from my body.
I look to the camera on my left, knowing someone is watching me, deciding what the audience will see in the morning. The midnight moon paints the floor with a brush used only for details, decorating the hardwood with sweeping hues of dark blue, purple, and topping it with a soft, burning light.
Sighing, I cross the floor and light a candle. The scent eases the tension in my shoulders, but I do not relax. I sit at the desk in the corner and cross my arms over my chest. My eyes are wide and open, despite my combined two, maybe three, hours of sleep in the past half a week. The images keeping me in this prison of waking nightmares is my own memory, forcing me to face my own futile attempts to f
The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:
Begin Start typing to begin
Event Your character wakes up with a start
Letter Use the letter S
Words Reach 50 words
Character An average marketing director
Letter Use the letter W
Prop Include a paint brush
Words Reach 100 words
Character A mature aromatherapist
Event Your character hasn't slept in days
Event Someone goes to prison
Prop Include a desk
Letter Use the letter F
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