A yawn stretched Mariam’s jaw until it cracked and Mariam winced. It had taken her longer than she’d expected but—a private pun in the comfort of her own mind—she had cracked it, too, the story. The perfect ending was there, in her head. Now it was only a matter of writing it, once she could find the time. But first, right now, Mariam was going to sleep. She was going to sleep as much as she wanted because it was Saturday tomorrow and this Saturday she wasn’t working.
Write about what you know
Write about what you know
Write about what you know
A yawn stretched Mariam’s jaw until it cracked and Mariam winced. It had taken her longer than she’d expected but—a private pun in the comfort of her own mind—she had cracked it, too, the story. The perfect ending was there, in her head. Now it was only a matter of writing it, once she could find the time. But first, right now, Mariam was going to sleep. She was going to sleep as much as she wanted because it was Saturday tomorrow and this Saturday she wasn’t working.