We never get what we desire for, the most. This is what life is all about. Chasing your dreams and then lying in that grave empty-handed. As Stacey, I always desired to have the best love story. But I knew I would still be in that grave all alone.
I fidgeted in my covers unable to fall asleep. I tried all the tactics my mom used to come up with whenever I couldn't sleep. Counting the sheep was not enough today!
I missed my home. My room. This place no matter how much I tried still seemed like a hotel to me. Something that is not mine. And, it isn't. I watched the moon peeking from the curtains and smiled. It felt as if moonlight wanted to play hide and seek and was giggling hidden behind the curtains assuming I am unable to see her.