The mattress shifts under my weight as I reposition myself yet again, trying to give me comfort.

The gray and white sheets are desperately trying to keep my shaking body warm but fail to do so miserably.

Far to many pillows surround my head but only one gets to hug me, getting stained from my tears while I press my face into it, trying to keep myself quiet.

The sky starts to cry with me when the moon tells them about my day but their tears turn into ice once they come near to temperature of my heart.