The tapping on the trap door was incessant. Wearily opening a single eye Laura gauged the distance between the only access for fresh air in the attic and her eventual route to freedom from this claustrophobic, smothering tomb. Her now massive pregnancy made movement arduously slow and awkward. Every inch ached, even her bones.

“Go away.” Her voice rasped from disuse and limited access to water. The knocking increased.

“Laura?” Beth’s muffled voice filtered through the cracks around the ill fitting trap door. “Laura?!” Her sudden panic was amplified by the pounding on the door. “Open the door! Laura, please!”

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This lovely bit of lethargy brought to you courtesy of Velvet Verbosity and her 100 Word Challenge. This week, to shake things up, she gave us a feeling instead of just a word. We were challenged to write: a descriptive piece about being utterly drained, tired, exhausted, [insert other synonyms for tired here]. In 100 words of course.

I give you the joys of pregnancy and all the exhaustion therein This is part of Loved, Labored, Lost