Emmie was so tired; she could barely hold her head up. “I don’t know how I’m going to make itâ€?, she thought while fighting sleep all the way. She had no idea how or why she had been blessed with this curse. The memories of her work haunted her everyday. It wore on her, tore at her insides to the point of total exhaustion. The only thing that kept her going was the fear of knowing if she didn’t do it, things would be much much worse. With all of those thoughts swirling in her head, Emmie surrendered to her weariness, closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Just as she drifted into a deep sleep, she was rudely awakened. Emmie looked at the clock; she had only been asleep for 2 hours. She wished that for one day she could just roll over and stay in bed. Then it started, just like it always does, as a slow burn in the pit of her belly. No matter how many times it’s happened, she just couldn’t get used to that feeling. She knew what was coming next, her least favorite part of the whole thing. It was time.