Matilda thumped her pen furiously against the yellow pad. The acquired sheets lay sprawled out around her at her desk as the clock crept past three in the morning. She had been sitting here for over two hours now and nothing was being transferred into her head. She had only one thing on her mind and it certainly wasn’t her final exam the following afternoon.
She flicked a drop of sweat from her brow as she pushed her chair backwards with the force from her legs and stood up, moving across her room and turning the radiator off. She stood there for a second with her hands on her hips, wearing a grey branded university sweatshirt and a matching pair of tiny wool shorts. Her legs glistened as she returned to her desk for one final shot at fulfilment.
She planted her elbows on the table and c
