the midnight seamstress(yes thats a reference to that one midnight barber thing shush)

So recently, I was trying to upgrade my wardrobe before i go to summer camp, so I was modifying a long sleeve shirt into a tank top and just have it fit me better. However, considering I have insomnia, I started doing it in the middle of the night, because I was bored, and it was better than letting the blue light on my phone keep me up even more. HOWEVER, it was like 4am, and considering my family are early birds to get all those worms or something, my mom had awoken, and she saw the light on in my room. Of course, I do not blame her for being confused, but as I was in the middle of trying to THREAD THIS STUPID NEEDLE, she came into my room and asked, "Naida, what are you doing?", in that tone where she's tired but also not trying to be concerned. I slowly looked up at her, and considered lying, but why would I need to lie about sewing, especially when I had a needle and thread in my hands as she was asking that question. So, after a few painfully long moments of looking at my mother, all I said was "sewing". My mother had decided to just leave me be, considering the damage was already done, and it was a losing battle against a war already won. 

Shirt turned out hella fire tho