she walked in the rain, her light footsteps creating an everlasting ripple around her mind.
she loved the feeling of the silky raindrops gliding down her body. the raw feeling of the pitter-patter soothing her aching thoughts. the swirl of the gone-off coffee in her stomach constantly making her jolt.
the rain refreshed her consciousness, creating a barrier between her and the world. the darkness of the night only made her more warm.
she gripped the cotton of her sheets, rolling them around her fingers, gradually waking herself up from her episode.
little did they know, the raindrops were her tears, slowly drowning her.
