The Girl in the Sheets

Wrinkled edges of her bed-sheet are folded, leaving the mattress open to the air. Wires of her chargers and headphones are tangled; opened books lay upon floor as if their wings cannot be closed and pillows too, are scattered. A small steel plate full of rotting bread, its smell has completely encompassed her soul. Her bed is adjacent to a window where wet hanging clothes shadow the sunlight entering through it. She lays upon her right side, her hairs spread all around her head; her crumpled blanket sleeps beside her. Her phone rings of warning far low battery and her nose full of snot refusing to breathe. Her hungry throat, painful muscles, tired face and wishful chest argue with her to sleep forever.