Prompt: New Life | Word Count: 1,000 words | Genre: Realistic Fiction
She was so tired. The kind of tired that seeps through your bones and leaves you feeling completely and utterly empty. If the act of breathing wasn’t an automatic function, she thought, I wouldn’t be capable of doing it now. She tried to remember if she had ever felt this way before, but soon gave it up because it required too much effort, and really…what did it matter?