There is just not enough space. Her desk sits under a window that sees nothing but the wall of the building next door.
Between her laptop and the books, there is not enough room for any of the papers she needs.
A world is coming alive in front of her. It’s in the little notes she has scribbled down between classes, notes she’s trying to put together now, in a way that they make sense.
Her mind is buzzing, alive. Ideas fire up and she can’t write them down fast enough. She can’t lose a single one though. She can’t. They are all the tiniest piece of the biggest puzzle she’s ever tried to make.
What if she doesn’t have most of the pieces right now anyway? They’ll come to her with time. They’ll come to her when she needs them. She knows it.
She just has to keep working on her world, and watch it grow.