After my bath, I just lie flat on my bed, towel still draped over my head like a curtain. My hair's damp, my limbs feel loose, and for the first time in what feels like weeks, I'm not being crushed by deadlines. No one's asking anything of me tonight.
The assignments from my professors? Done. Theo's project? The second chapter won't start until next week. That buys me at least a night and a day of freedom. I haven't had that in a while. It feels ... indulgent. Strange, even.
I still have to apply for the scholarship, though. That reminder sits quietly in the corner of my mind like a cat watching from a shadow. But Theo said I can wait until we finish the short film. He thinks it'll help my portfolio a lot. He believes in it. In me.
