Zully Matute

The Last Time

The man sits in front of a Blank page. The mans name, Jude. Jude has been in this specific moment many times before. The clock marked midnight. That's usually around the time he could begin to work. Anytime before midnight proved to be useless. Most of the time he was able to get a couple of pages in but not a full page. It's why his closest's friends nicknamed him a night owl. Jude begins typing away and just like that an idea began to take form. The next time he would check the clock the time would mark five and he would have written an entire first draft of a short story. He also would remember that he has a lunch with a friend in about eight hours and if he went to bed now he could try to get enough sleep.