Silence. Once again.
Darkness, but not completely. The light in the corner shines, illuminating the shadows.
I lay on my side, stretched out. My eyelids slowly drift shut, but for some reason refuse to truly close.
Each blink brings me closer to sleep. Each one takes just a second longer, the darkness slowly enveloping me.
The thick blanket covers my body like a shield. The warm cover comes up to my ribcage, but comes no farther. It is bunched up and slipping off of the bed.
My necklace falls, hitting the arm my head is resting on. The thin leather cord falls tight around my neck, but it isn't uncomfortable.
My eyes refuse to stay open, yet refuse to stay closed. Sleep is hard to come by.
The fogginess of sleep clouds my brain. My eyes slip closed. A gentle yawn is the last thing that happens before I fall asleep.
I hope my dreams hold good things.
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Short StorySo... Basically a collection of depressing real-life short stories. Deep thoughts, overthinking, anything is up for grabs. Little stories as I try to learn how to write better and be more descriptive. Don't read if you aren't prepared for dark.
