Her:
In the dark her young body floated in the atmosphere of darkness. Her loft bed lifted her closer to the sky. Face to face with the ceiling her wonderings were both constrictive and focused. Rising mindlessly with an inability to sleep was inconveinent because of the nearness to the ceiling. Also, choosing to get out of bed it was a cumbersome, as journey to the floor required a ladder.
When her eyes adjust to the dark room so that the color of night redeems itself with hues blues, purples, and greens, an infusion of memories of the day, of the short lifetime she’s lived enthralls a solitary stoicism. Shr lifts her hand above her face to observe the shapes of her fingers which shadow darker than the room around her. She extends her arm away from her face and slowly brings it closer until it has wrapped entirely across her vison.
As a woman, she would be reminded of this restless moment before sleep in the silent sound of a man above her either yelling or pushing himself into her. His sillohuette would show in the same way as her fingers once did. The solitary stoicism was safe in the dark.