Miscommunication
River sat huddled on her bed staring into the dark. Over the past few days, she'd barely been able to sleep at all. It was a side effect of the latest and greatest medication Simon had put her on. Fewer headaches, sure, and she felt a lot less fuzzy overall, but River wasn't quite sure if that was a fair trade for insomnia.
Earlier that morning she had tried to tell Simon about the sleeplessness, but all that came out was "the dark is too light and the blanket's too smothering." Of course he had no idea what she meant, which frustrated her to no end. If only he was a reader like her. Everything would be so much easier.