The next day I started to write a story. It was a Thursday, I didn't have class until three, and I was sitting up in bed with a cup of black coffee on my bedside cabinet. I didn't plan to write a story, I just noticed after some time that I wasn't hitting the return key and that the lines were forming full sentences and attaching to each other like prose. When I stopped, I had written over three thousand words. It was past three o'clock and I hadn't eaten. I lifted my hands from the keyboard and in the light from the window they looked emaciated. When I did get out of bed, a wave of dizziness came over me, breaking everything into a shower of visual noise. I made myself four slices of toast and ate them without butter. I saved the file as "b." It was the first story I ever wrote.
- Sally Rooney
