Becky0304

Minor warning for language and mild alcohol use. The biting midnight wind ghosted through the old oak trees, their gnarled boughs creaking under the pressure. Branches, twisted and curled like clawed fingers scraped and tapped against the window pane, as if begging for entry. The room was almost completely engulfed in shadow. Only the defiant glow of a single candle on the desk fought off the impending darkness. Rubbing at your puffy eyes, you sighed, causing the tiny flame to flicker in protest. Your gaze roamed dutifully across the stacks of paperwork, analyzing how much work remained and if any could be put off until tomorrow. As you su