My Unmarried Pregnant Secretary

2.1

I turn my research to looking up on visions. Nothing to help me there either. Yay, I just wasted about two hours of my no-life, never to gain back again.

Giving up, exhausted, I go back to my bed thinking everything that has happened over the course of one day. When I think about it, I feel as if I'm some bitter girl who has had a melodramatic lifestyle. Maybe if I just sleep the Friday away, everything will be back to normal again. Maybe, I can just go back to the days where I am ignoring hanging out requests from friends and talking to walls in my spare time (don't judge me). Maybe, I can just go back to normal.

But I know that's not possible at this point in my life. What's done is done, and I can't change it.

I drift off to sleep within moments, as if I ate a bottle of sleeping pills. My sleep seems to last only a few minutes, but when I wake up for an unknown reason, I glance at my clock; 12:34. Roughly two hours of sleep. And I'm already up and I don't know why.

I roll over in bed, still in my normal clothes and get up to brush my hair.