Almost there.

Lying on the couch, staring at the television, not knowing what she's watching, but she doesn't really care. 

Her thoughts spiral in her head like a wild hurricane, so many times she's almost driven into it yet she manages to hold herself back. Safe and steady. 

What a night. What a kind of night to sink herself into a good book and a big cup of coffee. 

It's okay, just one last more to go.

Just keep moving.

The first two subjects of this first mock did not seem to go very well. 

She's gotten so mentally exhausted that she's sunk into her bed and all she wanted was to sleep the days away, and nothing else really much mattered.

'It's just a bad day, not a bad life.'

And now she has faith, that she'll be all geared up, after a good rest.