Toro
I descended the stairs to the sitting room. Unable to sleep, I have tried every lying position to force myself to sleep but I can't seem to fall asleep. My mind is stable, not paranoid but it feels strange that sleeping seems far from my eyes. I marched to the sitting room, it was pitch black, and the only light serving as a guide in the dark was the light from the tv. I thought it may have skipped the mind of whoever was in here last to switch it off.
Not until I walked closer, and saw her sprawled on the sofa. Honestly, she has the weirdest and most funny sleeping pattern I have ever seen. A smile played on my lips as I gape at her. She faced the ceiling. A leg draped on the middle table and one of her hands was out as well, though her sleeping pattern might be weird, for some reason, I find it sorta cute.
