It’s funny how such a large room can look so small when it’s packed to the brim with books, clothes, and other personal belongings. It didn’t matter to Joceline as she sat at her desk, rifling through a thick tome, pale grayish blue eyes peering past the lenses of her glasses while her head was supported by an arm. It wasn’t that the woman was bored, on the contrary, she’d been up all night reading. Studying. A candle stood nearby, burning through the last of its lifespan, its flame casting dancing shadows over the wall. The young woman relieved her arm of her head’s weight only to hide a wide yawn behind her hand, shutting the book. She removed her glasses, rubbing her eyes, closing them.
A knock at the door shocked her conscious, wiping away some drool that had dribbled down her cheek. How long had she dosed off?
“Joceline?” A man’s voice.
Joceline groaned softly, lulling her head back. “Yes, father?”
“Breakfast will be ready shortly, get up and get dressed.”
Joceline rubbed her hands through her wear eyes, bags under them from many late nights. She pushed herself off her stool, dragging her feet toward the window of her room, and cracking the curtains open. Dawn. She sighed softly, gazing out at the dark orange sky, the first hints of day barely lighting up the sky. She let the curtains fall shut again, turning only enough to look at the pile of books and scrolls on her desk.
“So much time, so little progress.” She muttered to herself, sighing once more. “I’m not going to stop. I can’t.”
“Joceline?” The man called again.
The girl shuffled toward the door, stepping over a pile of books sprawled out across the floor, and creaking open the door to her room. One last glance at her desk, and the door shut.
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