Bed

She opened her eyes and saw that her bedroom was still dark even though the clock said it should have lit by now. When she turned in her bed and looked at the window, the dark clouds and raindrops she could see on it made it clear why.

It seemed as if the only warm place in the universe was the simple combination of mattress, sheet, pillow and blanket that she was a part of. She clutched the blanket and pulled it up, sticking her arms under it. She must have moved a lot while she slept again. After nuzzling her head into the pillow, she closed her eyes. The sensation of closing her eyes was such a pleasing thing. Sleep was a precious thing to her but she never seemed to get enough. Her eyes often had a burning sensation in the back of them because of her lack of sleep. Even closing them did some good.

It seemed impossible to get out of the warm, pleasant sanctuary that her bed was. It was always better to stay in bed, even though she knew that she would have to get up and greet the cold world some time she wished she didn’t have to. She wanted to turn off the world so she could simply say there in bed, one of the few pure places in the world to her.