I lower my head to the keyboard of my laptop and exhale deeply. I scrunch my eyes shut and try to clear the fog in my head. This is due tomorrow. I have to write I have to finish this please oh dear lord let me write. I think, begging words to come to mind. Nothing. Nothing, as bloody usual. You know you can’t ask again for another extension. You’re taking advantage of your teacher’s kindness. A few tears escaped my eyes. Anxiety rocked my body back and forth. I wanted to scream. It’s only a story. It’s only a short story.