Rose tossed about in her bed, the sheets tangling and binding her like vines on an ancient wall. Her nightmare was taking its toll on her; anyone watching could have seen that, but no one was. Rose was single, which was fine by her. She didnt like people, anyway. She never felt comfortable with other people around her. They never made her feel comfortable. She always felt outcast; as if she was the last of an unknown species. Home never felt like home to her. It felt foreign and fake, rushing past her like a dream: it didnt feel real what-so-ever.
She continued rustling and rolling, a fine drop of sweat dripping down her cheek, sparkling in the moon light that was washing over her body through the open window. The breeze was chilled, causing her to shiver ever-so slightly, having a greater effect on her due to the perspiration on her skin.
Somehow Rose knew she was never meant to belong at home; it was a burden of the past, one that would live with her no matter where she w