‘you ought to be asleep.’
☁* different ways to say ‘i love you’.
stretched out against the musty couch with a furry friend lying at her feet, mija battles the so called ‘ sleep ‘ as she uses her own gifts to bring herself comfort. fingers twiddle beneath fabric, tucked into the front pocket of her jacket, as a voice lightly scolds her. the illusion of being in her room, settles gently in her heart and strengthens outside her mind. glow-in the dark stars pressed onto her ceiling, bringing the outdoors inside was an idea her mother suggested and her father executed.
❛ i can’t sleep, not yet, ❜ head twist in his direction as raven locks become a mess as she tried many times to fall asleep but her slumber doesn’t come easy. with those words coming to an end, she gazes back towards the ceiling that’s replaced with the image of her own room ❛ home, ❜ she points, her arm lifts, as her finger leads his eye upwards.









