She sat down at the desk at eight. The essay was due Monday. She'd written two paragraphs the day before and wasn't sure about them. She opened the document. She re-read what she had and found that it was — actually fine. She wrote the rest in an easy two hours, not fast and not slow. She saved it, read it once, closed the laptop. The afternoon was free. There was tea. There was light coming in at that angle that made the room look bigger. She sat with the quiet and felt how little she needed.
