the task

As she lay there, her eyes fighting against the debt of sleep that had been building for days, the last thing she wanted to do was speak what was on her mind. But speak she must, lest she be trapped forever. There was only freedom on the other side, and there was only one way to move forward.

She looked above her. She allowed her eyes to wander a bit, soaking in the worst possible scenes her imagination could produce. None of it mattered. None of it would change a thing. The reality remained that she must speak. 

Her eyes closed. Her breath let out one last heavy sigh as her body resigned to sleep. To rest. She had resolved to do the task. And to postpone it anymore at this point would only be a punishment to herself. 

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