ANATH GROANED INTO her pillow.
Her head ached. Her empty stomach had dulled to a numb, no-existence hollow. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember all the minute things she had to do. She was supposed to stay on track, stay focused, and then eat breakfast. But by the look of the light in her room, Anath had a sneaking suspicion that she was going to be missing it again. Or at least, it was going to be another brunch or breakfast at noon, unless she gave up and just had lunch instead.
She had to restrain an impulse to whack herself on the forehead; why was everything she did wrong? Was there a reason sleeping and eating was difficult to do alongside objectives and goals and promises? Or was there just something immensely wrong with her?
She viciously suspected it was the latter.
Written: 1 September 2015
Inspired: Anath + life