It’s almost 130AM and she can’t sleep because she has a thing she wants to do, but can’t make herself do it. So what does she do instead to try and pass the time in hopes she can do said thing?
“YOOOOO I’LL TELL YA WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT!”
There’s a brush in hand as she leaps up onto the couch and starts to whisper-belt out her song. No one’s home - or at least she thinks no one’s home - so she’s trying to be considerate while also getting her frustration out through interpretive dance. All this energy stored up from wanting to work but being unable to is really useful for dancing on the couch, jumping around, and listening to the Spice Girls blared through her airpods.












