It felt like no time had passed.
Her hand grew shaky as it stroked the brush against the canvas.
Helena could feel her eyes drooping. It was passed midnight and the faint light from the moon drifted into the shed from the cracks in the walls.
She had an exhibition due to open in the afternoon and had to replace one of her paintings.
The colours began to blur together and overlap.
She couldn’t stay awake any longer…
Half an hour later, her boyfriend noticed the light from the shed when he went to the kitchen for a glass of water.
He sighed and made his way to the shed. He then brought her back to bed, bridal style.
Helena woke up as the light of the rising sun passed through the blinds in her bedroom.
She was confused as to how she’d moved. Then she noticed her boyfriend and yawned. No explanation needed.
Helena realised that she’d managed to finish the painting just before she’d fallen asleep. So she missed out on a panic attack. She was well-rested which was a plus.
Hopefully, the exhibition will go well…