She is still laying on the bed, counting the stars on the black sky, trying to get some sleep. Eyes are not shutting anyway. Her mind is wandering freely, heading no where specific.
She's tired. Long sleep in the bright day sun didn't make any better. She craves for more. It has began to be as her easy way out. Gradually becomes a habit. Soon, could harm her in the future.
Temperature is still playing high and low. Running nose. Heavy head. Time is still ticking. Sleep, where are you hiding?
