Pillow pulled close to my chest, ends of feathers gently poking their way through the fabric lightly scraping my chin. Another year... of this, of sitting, of waiting, of working, practicing, only to produce eighteen works worth nothing to the world. Sigh, it escapes my lips, lips hardened from lack of water, lack of sleep, lack of conversation.
Four days stand in the way of another year, another year of sitting, of waiting, of working, practicing... only to get nowhere. "Tch..." My teeth clench, brow furrowed at the thought of potentially becoming nothing more than a husk of wasted effort. 'What am I doing?'
Lips pouting, pulling the pillow over my head in childish rebellion. 'Is this what I will live up to, a foolish, childish dream of being appreciated? Of constantly falling short of... just, something?'
"Hmp!" Pouting lips turn to a scowl, harsh but determined. 'I'm not going to sit here and watch my years fly by as I try but never do...'
Gears clicking, sputtering, fingers typing furiously... 'No... this coming year... I'm going to DO something... I'm going to BE something, and I'm going to make sure to be seen.'