She couldn't sleep.
She couldn't think.
She couldn't clear her mind because nothing was on it.
The ceiling seemed to shrink.
Every time she was to stare. If you thought about it there was nothing to compare.
Her head ached. Her mind raced.
Shouldn't she be tucked up in her bed?
Sleepily lying there, resting her hard-worked head. The night sky stood still in all of its tranquility.
The stars stared.
The wind whistled as she touched a brush's bristles.
She got up and paced.
Afraid to deal with with the problems she faced.
The pills weren't working.
Nothing was.
She opened the white painted door.
She headed down the stairs, that creaked with each step.
The pictures seemed to stare at her.
She grabbed her coat and opened the door.
Her face was roughly caressed by the crisp winter air.
The tracks that she created in the snow were somewhat amusing, so she let out a miniature smile.
The tree's let out a small cry when pushed around by the rough-handling wind.
The path she was taking was familiar, but yet so different.
Her feet moved on its own, and her lungs were breathing alone, so why couldn't she deal with her problems alone, she thought. She arrived at a blue-coated house, lit up by Christmas decorations.
Her soft hand moved up to touch the doorbell but retracted when it got close.
God forbid she messed up her relationship with the only person she could rely on. If only she could feel as elated as he could.
She touched the doorbell, and when the owner came to greet, she just solemnly stared at him.
He warmly smiled and took her inside.
He handed her a mug of hot chocolate.
She leaned against the small couch and just looked at him.
Ian was his name, but he liked being called sr.
She stood up with her slender body and sat closer to this Ian.
"Cara," He bellowed "Go to sleep!"
She shook her sleep-deprived head.
Ian picked her up and sacked her over his broad shoulders like a rag-doll.
He laid her on the soft bed, soon Cara found herself entangled in the soft silky covers of the bed. Her eyes slowly closed as blackness took over Cara's state of view and mind.
He looked at her with a yearning passion to just jump into those covers with her.
He wanted to sleep as well as she could too, but he helped her get over something that he sorrily couldn't:
Insomnia.
She couldn't think.
She couldn't clear her mind because nothing was on it.
The ceiling seemed to shrink.
Every time she was to stare. If you thought about it there was nothing to compare.
Her head ached. Her mind raced.
Shouldn't she be tucked up in her bed?
Sleepily lying there, resting her hard-worked head. The night sky stood still in all of its tranquility.
The stars stared.
The wind whistled as she touched a brush's bristles.
She got up and paced.
Afraid to deal with with the problems she faced.
The pills weren't working.
Nothing was.
She opened the white painted door.
She headed down the stairs, that creaked with each step.
The pictures seemed to stare at her.
She grabbed her coat and opened the door.
Her face was roughly caressed by the crisp winter air.
The tracks that she created in the snow were somewhat amusing, so she let out a miniature smile.
The tree's let out a small cry when pushed around by the rough-handling wind.
The path she was taking was familiar, but yet so different.
Her feet moved on its own, and her lungs were breathing alone, so why couldn't she deal with her problems alone, she thought. She arrived at a blue-coated house, lit up by Christmas decorations.
Her soft hand moved up to touch the doorbell but retracted when it got close.
God forbid she messed up her relationship with the only person she could rely on. If only she could feel as elated as he could.
She touched the doorbell, and when the owner came to greet, she just solemnly stared at him.
He warmly smiled and took her inside.
He handed her a mug of hot chocolate.
She leaned against the small couch and just looked at him.
Ian was his name, but he liked being called sr.
She stood up with her slender body and sat closer to this Ian.
"Cara," He bellowed "Go to sleep!"
She shook her sleep-deprived head.
Ian picked her up and sacked her over his broad shoulders like a rag-doll.
He laid her on the soft bed, soon Cara found herself entangled in the soft silky covers of the bed. Her eyes slowly closed as blackness took over Cara's state of view and mind.
He looked at her with a yearning passion to just jump into those covers with her.
He wanted to sleep as well as she could too, but he helped her get over something that he sorrily couldn't:
Insomnia.