Feeling emotionally drained, no longer truly caring about dreams or her own problems, she made her way to her room. Undoing her braid, she changed into pajamas, the same style of baggy shirt, this one white with yet another logo on it, and of purple pajama bottoms. Then, as unceremoniously as the night before, she flopped into bed, her face to the ceiling. She just wanted to sleep. Maybe when she woke up, everything would be better. She looked out the window of her room, and saw the sun still hanging a few meager inches above the horizon. Closing her eyes, she tried to drift off.
She didn't know exactly how long it was that she was there, trying to will her consciousness to fade so that she could embrace the gentle oblivion of slumber, but as the light on her eyelids began to fade, she began to feel awful. The fluttering in her stomach had returned, and was growing stronger and stronger by the second. She could feel her heart starting to speed up in her chest, and her body beginning to