Just because I can't sleep.

The more she wakes up, the more that she buries her face in her pillow, refusing to see the light of day. Whenever she closes her eyes, flashes from last night's dream keep appearing. She didn't know waking up could be this exhausting.

Giving up, her head slowly crept out from beneath the sheets. She slowly turned to the direction of her bedroom window while gradually squinting her eyes. The bright sunlight became a reminder; it's another day. Another day to get over with, and another to do simply nothing but.. This.

Staring out of her window became the ultimate pastime. Just watching the trees sway with the wind. Listening to the rustling of the leaves and the neighbors' door-banging was a symphony. Hearing footsteps approaching her bedroom door was a drag for she knew, someone was going to disturb this peace that she was asking for for a very long time.

She lets out a sigh and gives in to life's daily pressures. She lazily pushed back the blanket with her legs and got up while letting out a loud grunt as if a boulder was laid on her chest. She let her feet hang from the side of the bed while her eyes scanned the floor for her slippers. She let out another sigh because she realized they got pushed back under the bed. Like a dead seal, she half-stood, half-crawled to get to the floor to reach for her slippers, only to find out they were on the other side of the bed, which was entirely out of her reach.

Forcing herself to get up, she gripped onto the sheets of her bed and crawled and flopped on top of it and she stayed there for a while. Just breathing in the smell of her own hair and the smell of fresh laundry.

She closed her eyes and realized that it wasn't a really bad morning, but then she remembered her dream. He was in it. Oh how hard was he to forget. Her heart quickly thumped hard against her skin, allowing that thought to enter her head. She decided to let it slip past her mind. Yet again.

She violently shook her head and said, "No, no. Not anymore."

There she was. Standing up again. Forced, maybe. But she was getting stronger.

She got a hold of her slippers and wore them. She stopped to breathe and bask in the warm sunlight that crept in her room.

She walked and went out, closing the door behind her without even looking back.