Rose
It would have just been like every other night, but only on this night I couldn't close my eyes at all. I twisted and turned on the bed, trying to look for sleep, begging the goddess of sleep to bless me.
“How do you know the person that controls sleep is a woman?” Sylvie asked, a mixture of amusement and disbelief dripping from her voice.
“Don't we women like sleep? I can boldly say we would sleep all day if our beds were full of roses and we got everything on a gold platter.”
I had gotten tired of twisting and turning and the frustration rose me up from the bed.
Why the hell can't I sleep? It's almost 12am midnight and sleep is pretty much far from me. f*****g hell!
I sat by my window, staring out into the sky, and suddenly I felt at ease. The beautiful night sky designed b
