Toussaint Thomas

The Callyn Chronicles

The hum of the old television set was annoyingly enough to keep Callyn awake. The blue light flooding from the otherwise blank screen seemed to fill the room, piercing her eyelids and irritating her brain. She stirred slightly as she tried to drift off, to at least a snooze. She was exhausted and the images swirling in her mind did little to ease her into the lull of sleep. She turned over on her worn brown corduroy couch and tried to nestle deeper into the familiar cushions as she snuggled closer into her pillow. A long day had turned into what seemed to be an endless night, and little did she know, her night was just beginning.