(100 Word Challenge)

Moonlight bathes the sky creating a silhouette of the tree in the front yard.  The house sleeps.  She types and only the intermittent clicks of the keyboard and the ticking of the wall clock punctuate the stillness.

Deadlines.

Bursting creativity.

She gives in to creativity and hopes for the best in meeting those deadlines, shedding the angst in story writing while she composes her essays for graduate school in the back of her mind, a sort of double-writing.

No longer a mother of little ones, she still wavers between duty and dreams, asking, “Why not?”

She has not slept tonight.