The world blurred infront of her eyes. As her eyes stared into the ceiling. She read all the theories she had plastered into her mind. Counting backwards. But, sleep was no where. Across from her on the bed Denzel slept soundly, without a care of the world. She heard the thunderstrikes, again. Her eyes casting to the big window.
It was all black. Pitch black outside. Not a single soul was out, in that worst weather. Everyone was staying inside their homes. Homes, a piece of heaven on the earth. But she do not know, what does it feel like to have a home. She met with her biological parents but something still felt uncompleted. Her life was like a witch tale, because fairy tales are pretty, and her life wasn't. She prayed to had real parents, and when she was blessed with them, she felt unsatisfied. Something still need to be completed. A smile adorned her face as she remembered about her biological parents.
Rubbing her temple she murmured, "Humans are rubbing on me".