Her computer screen is on and although her mind is going 1000 miles an hour, she can't come up with words to keep her book going. Funny thing is, this is a book about things she knows about, things that happened to her first hand; yet she can't come up with a line of words. Perhaps because there is so much going on in her mind she can't just focus on one chapter.
Mr. X messaged her this afternoon and asked her if he could talk to her.. He just wanted to vent and she was glad she finally was that person he could vent to.
As she looked up and listened to the dishwasher homely noise, she envied it. The dishwasher has its purpose, it doesn't need more or less, what about her? When and how is her purpose going to be fulfilled?