She crawled onto her bed, the springs biting into her palms and knees bitterly before she sank down on top of the covers piled in the corner. She closed her eyes and shivered, trying not to think of the cold outside that made her body ache, instead choosing to focus on the cold inside. Try to be happy. Try to be warm. Try to sleep. Try to forget.
She clutched to her chest the small, soft blue bunny that her mother had sent her from the hospital. It had come wrapped in a black blanket that had "Sweet Dreams" sewn with gold thread into the fabric by hand. But as she was well aware.. There were no sweet dreams left for her.
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