Keep on Walking

EXCERPT

It burned when I pressed my finger to the lamp. I knew it would, but it was a habit of mine when daydreaming. It was the middle of the night, and I was studying for an exam. Or now, scraping the tip of my pencil back and forth against the light lines of the notebook. My movements were harsh, the lead pressing into the blank page and leaving a shiny silver-grey mark before snapping.

I sighed and chucked the pencil away. It fell outside the bounds of the circle of light. Maybe it was time for a break. I could find things to watch on the Internet. But the choices were endless. Instead, my mind drifted to a conversation earlier that day.

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