A Sleepless Night

It was late at night. In fact, it was three in the morning.
        But it wasn't any night.
        Tonight, Anne felt inspired. Perhaps it was the aftermath of finishing a novel. She was always overwhelmed by a cloud of emotions in succession of burying her nose in a book without food, drinks, or occassionally, bath, for days, as if she had developed a sense of divinity all of a sudden. Why did she always felt like she had to do something in the face of spur-of-the-moment emotional seizures? After all, she thought discouragingly, this book wasn't even a page-turner, but one of those teenage novels, which she had outgrown years ago and discarded in a dusty, web-woven corner of her bookshelves. One of Anne's quirks was rigging up these long-forgotten troves and savouring them again, bit by bit, with as much details given as a lady would to her wedding albums: the only living evidence of her youth and beauty and once-in-a-lifetime glories which were nothing now but sepia memories.
        God, she had been overthinking again. But how couldn't she? Now that all the hues and cries of chinese new year were over, and absolutely nothing else to look forward to except another heart-wrenching home-leaving episode a few months away, even Bill Gates couldn't pay her enough to bring a smile to her face.
        Her conscious always got the better of her. What else did she wanted? All her dreams came true, from securing a scholarship towards realising her dream career to acing her A-levels, that was all a girl could ever dreamed of.
        But then, there was always a fraction of difference between being perfect in the eyes of the world and in spite of it. The first part was easy-she always knew who she had to be in the face of the society: the future doctor, the perfect daughter, the straight-A student. It was the latter part-her wanting part-that was unapproachable. Because deep down in her heart, she couldn't resist fantasizing herself being the little girl forever. Ironically, she found herself caught between the Wendy conundrum: to stay, or to leave Neverland?