Post by clementinerabbit on Dec 20, 2009 0:54:12 GMT -4
She was still under her sheets, breathing heavily and closely listening for the sound of a swinging door. Anything to interrupt her solitude. Anything to make her get up, to try. Yet as she kept lying under the suffocating canopy of blankets and pillows, ironically meant for comfort, she felt nothing but a crushing sense of oppression. She let out another shuddering breath that she had been holding in and squeezed her eyes shut as hard as she could; she was tired of waiting for a friend that would never come.