Chapter 43: Brushstrokes of Tension

The morning unfolded in a cascade of unfortunate events. After nights of restless sleep due to my project, I found myself engulfed in the clutches of exhaustion, causing me to oversleep by hours. As the realization of my tardiness struck, panic set in, and I scrambled to get ready. My roommates, understanding the urgency, waited patiently for me, but I insisted they proceed ahead to avoid any delay on their part.

Adding to the chaotic morning, I found myself burdened with the weight of my sculpture, a tangible representation of both my creativity and the challenges I faced. With a heavy load in tow, I embarked on a quest to catch the bus, only to discover that the familiar vehicle had departed without me. Undeterred, I stationed myself at the bus stop, the minutes ticking away as I anxiously awaited the next bus, hoping it would arrive soon to rescue me from the clutches of lateness.

In the midst of my bus-related woes, a sudden honk jolted me from my anxious reverie. As I turned to i