Winona sighed with no sign of tiredness. Each uneasy but calm breath took her away in thoughts as she looked over to get her phone from her messy night stand. Slight turn, she was on her side.
Completely empty from notifications, she scrolls through social media, hoping to see something interesting at such an hour. After reading upon some celebrity drama, which seemed like forever, she continues scrolling down to reveal more posts.
Boredom struck her, making her put down the phone. Pitch black. Silent. Winona stared at her ceiling, making out barely noticable figures in her posters while her eyes focused on the abnormal shapes.
Hardly noticeable light seeped through Winona's curtains, hitting her soft face. Why me? the thought came to her head with barely a yawn crawling through her lips. The day was forced upon her once more.
YOU ARE READING
Insomniac
Teen FictionThe sun's light hit her face with once again a sleepless night. Thoughts ran through her head, forcing the day upon her, "Another day."
