Maria Torre

Blue Tiled Roof House

I turned around in my bed trying to find a comfortable position to fall sleep. I rested my back against the soft mattress and the linen sheets and I felt my head sink in the feathered pillow. All was perfect inside my room. I could smell lavender from my recently washed pajama set and the nightlight beside my bed reflected a dimmed light that allowed me to see only the silhouettes of the things that took up space in my bedroom. I closed my eyes and sighed pleased at the silence and allowed the weariness of the day to lull me into a deep sleep.