Catnap

.....One by one, the frown lines on her forehead and around her mouth smooth out until she looks completely peaceful. Sleep has overtaken her, whisked her away to a dream land in which stress and expectations do not pressure her. With her face flush against her pillow and her body wrapped in a fleece blanket, one has to wonder if she's laying on the beach, enjoying the sun in her dream.

.....The corner of her mouth twitches and suddenly she rolls over onto her back. Her hand blindly gropes for her phone under the blanket.

.....8:20 pm. She scrambles to find her history book, which fell on the floor as she dozed off in her bed. The frown lines creep back onto her small round face as she realizes her time left to study is rapidly decreasing.

.....The cover of her book seems to open itself as soon as she touches it, as if it were bursting with names, dates, and events that she needed to remember. Along with them were her old friends, stress and expectations, hovering quietly over her shoulders just in case her thoughts slipped away to a more pleasant place.