SurrenderA Story by Dewella~Vintella
She was laying in bed, trying to sleep but failing. Darkness would not come, dreams would not wake in her mind, she was left staring into the silence; Light from the moon beamed in from her balcony, casting the room in a soft white glow. She gave a frustrated sigh, rolled over in her bed, and tucked the covers more securely under her chin.
Please, please, just let me fall asleep. She hated nights like this, hated tossing and turning, wishing for rest but her mind only raced and her body thrummed with unwanted energy. She had tried turning on the TV and watching a boring old movie, tried turning on the stereo and falling asleep to the music. Nothing worked though, and yet even though she couldn't sleep, she couldn't find anything else to occupy her time with. She gave another huff, kicked the covers off and away from her heated skin; She rolled onto her back and started up at the ceiling, pulled the covers back over her body and tucked her head underneath them as well. Every time she thought she was comfortable, or that her eyes were getting heavy it would vanish in a rush, and she was left tossing and turning once again. She turned away from the view of the balcony once more, buried her face in the pillow, and turned to keep her eyes shut. Just when she started to relax into the mattress, and her eyes began to feel heavy again she froze; For a moment she thought it was just her imagination, but then she heard it again. A soft sound coming from the balcony, a shuffle here, then a soft click followed by another shuffle. She cursed inside her head, one thing worse than not being able to sleep, was not being able to sleep and being paranoid and hearing things. She feared it was not her imagination though, because seconds later she heard the soft hush of the balcony door being pushed open. © 2011 Dewella~VintellaAuthor's Note
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Added on July 28, 2011 Last Updated on July 28, 2011 AuthorDewella~VintellaDouglas, WYAboutAs time has changed, so have I. For a long time I thought I knew who I was and where I belonged, and for a long time I constructed myself to fit inside that mold; But it seems that much like the w.. more..Writing
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