Maisie lay in her bed, sweltering under her powder blue comforter, but needing it’s softness and weight to soothe her.
A soft rain pitter pattered against her window, and she tried to focus on it’s rhythm on the glass.
Her head throbbed and pulsed, her thoughts burned bright and angry, her chest choked and numb.
She just wanted peace and sleep and quiet inside herself. To feel something sweet and warm.
She focused again on the rain, on its soft tapping, and imagining that cool water on her skin, putting out the fires inside.
After a long time, she finally slept.