When the stars came out to play and the evening took on the aroma of the salty night, she was in bed wrapping the blanket around her body. She loved the softness, the quiet, the sense of rest.
Her thoughts, however, were dark, cold, and terror-stricken. Each dancing as a harsh wind blowing through the heavy rain. The bright color of thunder, the violent rustle of the leaves hitting each other, and inviting in the dreams that wore a sad, tired long face. As she rested in the bed that was supposed to be a safe place and cozy serenity.
She tossed aside, reverently rubbed her fingers along the cotton mattress. She pressed her cheek to the warm, black white pillows. The blanket was thick and irresistibly soft, like cotton candy. She toppled into it, relieved to rest her weary feet. Warth and darkness enveloped her. Yet, didn't succumb to the call of sleep different than what she'd hoped.