The Longest Day

The sun had already begun to shift lower in the sky, and the shadows in the room were lengthening. William had been sitting at his desk for hours, and his eyes felt gritty and dry. He rubbed them wearily, trying to banish the fatigue that was starting to seep into his bones.

He had been working on this project for weeks, and he was so close to finishing it. But now, with the end in sight, he was starting to doubt himself. Was this really good enough to show to his boss? Would she see how hard he had worked and appreciate it, or would she just tear it apart and tell him to start again?

He sighed and stood up, stretching his arms above his head. He should take a break, maybe go for a walk or get something to eat. But he was afraid that if he stopped now, he would never start again.

He sat back down and forced himself to keep going. He would finish this, and then he could take all the break he wanted.

The hours passed, and eventually, he reached the end. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the document on his screen, feeling a sense of achievement.