Mila opened her eyes,a thought hitting her like a hurricane.
She jumped off her loft bed,and ran to her laptop.
Mila turned it on,and opened Word Perfect,and started to write.
Before she knew it,she had two pages of her story done already.
She yawned,and looked in the mini-fridge that comes with every dorm. It had water. She sighed,and looked in her tote bag for a bottle of soda.
She twisted the cap to her Pepsi open,and drank.
As though the caffeine gave her new energy,she started writing again.