She closed her eyes.
The blankets were like the arms ,she longed, wrapping around her , engulfing her in their thick darkness. The curtains were closed; cartoons spread over it with welcoming smiles she once admired. The dim light was on.. She could not sleep without them, she was not afraid of monsters, rather of what she might create. The fan was slowly rustling the curtains, filling the room with a non-existent cool breeze . One to appease her soul. She only once aknowledged the presence of it in the room.
They were always whispering, talking, blabbering, shouting, screaming inside that the fan no longer existed.
And when she finally heard it, she knew the voices had died with her
