Once inside, Eya climbs the stairs to her room. She shares a small room with two other women, but neither are here right now. One is spending New Year’s with her family and Eya assumes the other is with her boyfriend, a student at the men’s university across town. Eya does not light a lamp. The moonlight is bright enough to see by, and while Eya knows she should read or study, she does not want to— she only wants to go to bed.
Once in bed, in her warm, soft bed, Eya only muses on how much she does not want to leave it. Imagines what it’s like to not have to get up and do the ceiling high stacks of homework she has to make up. Wonders what it would be like if everyone wasn’t so demanding. No more Eya do this, Eya do that, Eya come here, Eya go there, Eya don’t worry, you don’t know what you’re talking about—of course, she is not going to their New Year’s party. She is tired. Oh, to go to sleep and never wake up.
Tomorrow she will celebrate the new year alone; she will have tea and the last slice of cake her mother sent her and listen to the King’s New Year speech on the radio.
Re: Eya and Ada (2)
Once in bed, in her warm, soft bed, Eya only muses on how much she does not want to leave it. Imagines what it’s like to not have to get up and do the ceiling high stacks of homework she has to make up. Wonders what it would be like if everyone wasn’t so demanding. No more Eya do this, Eya do that, Eya come here, Eya go there, Eya don’t worry, you don’t know what you’re talking about—of course, she is not going to their New Year’s party. She is tired. Oh, to go to sleep and never wake up.
Tomorrow she will celebrate the new year alone; she will have tea and the last slice of cake her mother sent her and listen to the King’s New Year speech on the radio.