I Guess I’ll Write

The luminescent glow from the alarm clock softly lit the room. “If I get to sleep now,” thought Sara, “I can still get four hours of sleep.” The sounds drifting through the window hinted however that the odds of getting to sleep soon were not good.

The neighbors were having a family cookout that was still going strong after starting seven hours earlier. Sara sighed and rolled over again. Thinking the radio might block out the noise she turned it on, but it was no use. She gave up and put her robe on heading to the computer to write.