Rain S. Daniels
Rain tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep a wink. She couldn't stop thinking about Ron, how distraught he had seemed when he had reported the death. Finally, she gave up, lying on her side and staring out the window at the twinkling stars. How ironic. Yesterday night I was desperate to get out of sleep. Today, I'd give anything to sleep for a couple of hours.
In the early hours of the morning, Rain got up, figuring that there was no need to lie there anymore. She put on a turtleneck sweater and jeans, and went downstairs.
The kitchen was in darkness. Rain flicked the switch, only to see a figure sitting at the counter. She shrieked softly and jumped backwards, then realised that it was Ron. "Ron..." she said quietly, stepping forward. She carefully put a small hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort without words.