Already she was twenty minutes late, but still she didn’t tie her shoelaces. She sat on the bed, her whole body tense, and stared at them.
Come on.
She was only half dressed, but had stopped dressing because nothing seemed right. Now, she couldn’t get her shoes tied up. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how, but somehow she had forgotten.
Suddenly, her body relaxed. She tied her laces, grabbed a t-shirt and jumper and ran out, grabbing her bag and keys. As long as her piece of crap car started the first time, she would get to uni on time. Part of her knew she should be worried about these moments, but she repressed this to get on with her life.
