~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~
With a huff of frustration, she threw off her blankets and chucked the pillow at her door then kicked and smacked the mattress under her. It wasn’t any more impressed than the door. The clock on her desk told her it was 2:20. She was laying there, considering her options (which mostly consisted of her sleeping in her headphones with active noise cancellation or homicide–a tough decision in her circumstances) when a loud cheer came from down the hall.
The party wasn’t ending any time soon. Homicide it was.