Late Bloomer
a micro-fiction story
She woke up in a cold sweat again, stress and premature hormonal imbalance ravaging her body as if in a nightmare.
“Is it over?” she asked, to no one in particular.
No answer.
This time, she slept deeply. When she woke, soft dawn light blanketed the room. She couldn’t remember checking into a hotel this nice.
Across the room, the mirror showed a late twenty-something with tousled brown hair.
A woman.
It had been a long night. In the corner, a Jansport backpack, packed with textbooks.
She slung it over her shoulder and stepped out into the daylight.
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fantastic writing! I enjoyed it immensely.