Worth It

It was late. Too late. She knew from last nights experience that even the night before, it could take two hours to get to sleep. That was two hours less you had to enjoy those dreams. Two hours less rest. Two hours on transport tomorrow morning. Two hours at uni tomorrow. Two hours on transport tomorrow afternoon. Fun, fun, fun. Actually, it was quite horrible, not that she'd let on that. Ahhh, the time she had to draw and write... was endless, really. She'd had so many words written on the train the last two days she hadn't written all holidays. Hopefully that could continue. More words, more stories. Work towards that novel she hadn't had time for anymore. She missed it. But it'd be worth it in the end, right?

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