She was a restless woman, mind was always racing. She took sleep when it found her. Every night at bedtime, life crept into her dreams, and made for many sleepless nights. She awoke in a sweat, whimpering, feeling as tired as when she went to bed the night before.
She slowly opened her eyes and glanced at the alarm clock. It was 6am, she fumbled with the covers not really wanting to get out of bed and wander out to the real world. Could she face the day? What lay ahead of her?
She sat up on the side of the bed, rubbed her eyes, and with a quick movement removed herself from the warmness that she had lay in....
She would deal with the day as it came, and wait for the next time, *bedtime* that presented itself to her.
**Thanks for reading, I haven't written a short story in quite some time, I usually write poems, scrapbook etc. Well this week I attempted to write a very short story, maybe in the near future it'll be longer.**
2 comments:
I'd loan her my Lunesta butterfly, but I don't trust sleep aides. lol
Nicely done - I could picture her.
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