Dark room without a single light. Only the glow of my phone screen proves I’m awake in the night. My eyelids are heavy but I fight them and I move my fingers to open my notes. “Day 2”, and a flickering cursor, my second day with nothing written. An empty page that I don’t think anything can fill. How must I live tomorrow? Where must I begin? Waking up early? Out of bed by 6 AM? Maybe this won’t amount to much but I won’t let someone else write for me, I’ll write what my Day 2 will be. My second day that I must live on my own. This is the real beginning of a world of my own.