The heaviness of the entire universe had seeped into her. Or so she felt.
Something was throbbing in the quiet night. She could not decide whether it was the heart or the head. But, it was buried within her. Cars kept screeching outside the window and tick-tock went the clock.
Blurred memories and washed words. Her life had been stringed out of sheer half-moments. Yes. Half, precisely. So she had never known whether her cup was half-full or half...well, we know what.
Nights were carved out for her contemplation of Pain, mornings for etching plans to defeat it. In the interim, she smiled and read. They were things that came rather easily.
Today, she noted down, had been a lesson. Like the many small lessons scribbled in feeble notebooks. Today she felt her big eyes open wider. Today she wanted to sigh aloud. Today she ought to have grown up.
Cars kept screeching outside the window. The Clock remained perplexed all night. But, she gave her attention solely to the black sky turning purple and then blue.
Morning. And she would make plans. Rushing through the half-moments. Half-full...