in between

She lay in bed, in between the sheets and the blanket. Half-awake, half-asleep as if in a trance– lulled by the sound of the waves that crashed against the rocks and the constant whirring of the wooden ceiling fan. Occasionally small pellets of rain would pitter-patter on the jalousies held by the rusty window.

The lids of her eyes would close slowly but she kept fighting the sleep that came with the night. She rubbed her newly washed feet together…in circles, in reverse circles.

It’s been a while, she whispered to herself.


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