So I had this idea to write in the perspective of an old woman who is approaching the end of her life. The entire story is aimed at her best friend from childhood (I am undecided over which era it is exactly set in - early 20th century makes the most sense though)

She reminisces with her friend about the fun they had when they were children, and then goes on to decribe the day that her friend 'became a lady', leaving the main character lost and alone.

She then goes on to describe her desperate longing for youth constantly throughout the course of her life.

It then ends with a 'dream' in which she is reunited with her friend. (The dream represents her death - it doesn't necessarily mean heaven, but just demonstrates how she is finally at 'peace'.)

I am very proud of it, in actual fact. It's completely different to anything else I have written lately, but it was fun to spend the day actually challenging myself instead of wasting another twenty-four hours.

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I am now so god damn sleepy. I didn't get to sleep until four in the morning and it is now beginning to take its toll on me.