Lava Lamp
There she laid. It’s almost 4 AM. The whole world is quiet and the last part of the moon disappeared yesterday. Only thing in her world that still moves in the lava lamp in front of her. She finds it relaxing to watch the blobs go up and down and then up again. Yet, even while trying to clear her mind she couldn’t sleep.
“Why, why am I so troubled by this new school year, nothing has changed since June. Same school, same classes, same people, even him.”
‘Him’… she just talked about the reason why she can’t sleep, although she doesn’t want to admit it to herself.
