Lilly lay in silence. Her bed was comfortable. Too comfortable, really. Mountains of pillows upon pillows and sheets upon sheets. It was king sized, with a generous thread count and a comforter that felt as if God himself had stitched it out of angel hair. Lilly hated it. She wanted to burn it. Burn it to the ground and watch as the flames consumed all these stupid soft sheets that mock her with comfort and happiness while she lay here exhausted, not dreaming, and not sleeping and not feeling happy.
She wanted to dream. She wanted to see her old friends, and her father and mother. She wanted to see everyone she never saw anymore. Even if it wasn't real, she could see them all again. But now she was alone. Burnt out and tired. Her head ached and her hair was making her so hot. She turned the pillows over and over again.
Her eyes drifted to the neon green numbers on her clock. Fuck. It was much too late. And it was much too bright inside her room. She grabbed one of her many shirts from the floor and flung it onto the clock. She got up and pulled the curtains closed, blocking out the little felt a moonlight that was streaming in. She turned the air conditioning on high and opened all the vents. She stripped away the rest of her clothes and slipped back under the comforter with nothing on.
She wanted to drift away. Over a cloud or under bridges, letting the currents of air and water push and pull her where they please. She wanted to be caught in the rain in the woods and fall asleep under the tender pitter patter of the drops on the leaves. It would be so peaceful, she thought, if she could just escape any semblance of society and just let her mind wander down the paths of delight and wonder. If she could just forget all her worries and just exist, in the purest sense of the word.
Please. She begged. God, give me peace.
She stuck her earplugs in and put her blindfold on. It was pink and fuzzy. And it pissed her off.
Lilly was close. So close. And her eyes hurt. For hours she stayed like this. Her mind was slipping. She forgot what day it was. She forgot where she was. She forgot who she was really. And all her senses faded in and out and her mind was blowing up worries and fears and hopes for the future like nothing she had never seen.
She felt a breath on her face, and hands on her body.
"Miley…?" She asked in the softest of voices.
"Hey baby." Miley whispered.
"I'm so tired." Lilly mumbled. Miley peeled off her blindfold and held Lilly's face in her hands. It was incredibly soft, and her eyes didn't open. "I can't sleep without you."
"That's why I came running home." Miley kissed Lillian on the forehead. "Go to sleep my little girl. My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. Go to sleep."
And so she did.