Echo

…one fifty two, one fifty three, one fifty–

"Aaaargh!" I groaned loudly, grabbing the pillow and pressing it onto my face. Counting sheep wasn't helping me fall asleep like they said.

After Ceaser left me in my room, I had taken my heels and my sheer stockings off. My hair was let down but there were still a few pins laying it down and away from my face. I had stared at the ceiling for long and I think I know how many little boxes exist in the ceiling design already.

It's awfully quiet. I took off the pillow and threw it to the side, blowing off

indignant air...