my school wifi doesn’t block this site so 
this is what i’m having for lunch lol
also omg tag me when u add new prompts cuz 
2 am thoughts
1:56 am. A woman lays flat on her face. 1:57 am. She rolls over to her side, her body stiff– uncomfortable. Her pillow is warm, as is her reddening face. A small window in the bedroom is opened ever so slightly. Left open hoping a cool breeze might pass by, but of course that would be too easy. It’s as hot outside as it is under thee multitude of sheets and blankets. She rolls to her other side. She was exhausted. Her eyes struggling to stay open, threatening to flutter shut as every minute passed. Her body was begging her to sleep, but every time her eyes shut, she shot right back open. Sleep wasn’t something she felt she could afford, as tired as she was. She couldn’t afford to let them win. She wasn’t exactly sure tif she could afford to lose sleeping, either. A double edged sword, really. The sounds of the night overcame her fear as her eyes began to flutter shut once again, this time she nearly gave in. 1:59 am. The woman shoots up as the temperature of the room increased tenfold. It was almost time, she thought to herself. The room was dark, only illuminated by a hint of moonlight. She aimlessly grabbed around for her small frame glasses, never once taking her sights off the door. Minutes passed, she stole a glance at the clock. 1:59 am. The floorboard creaked. “I am not afraid” she whispered. The door to her bedroom slammed shut. “I am not afraid”. The thumping of footsteps ceased at quickly as the began. There it was, she thought. Eyes still on the clock, 1:59 am, the woman took a deep breath. Raising her head slightly, a shadowy figured looming over her head– A comforting figure. Horns as long as her own arm. Shoulders as broad as her own twice over. She turned to the figure, slowly. “I know how to beat you,” she calmly began. The figure remained immobile. She paused, taking another breath. The woman looked away from the figure, digging into her nightstand. Holding her hand high to reach that of the figure’s, a wedding band in her palm. Dropping it into the figure’s void, she turned back to her pillow and shut her eyes. “Don’t forget your ring again, honey.”