25 February 2012
The room was stunning filled with Lilly's old furniture. She trotted across it and plopped down on her bed. Silky green covers pulled Lilly in to them, and her eyes shut willingly.
"Goodnight Lilly, I'll be here for you, tomorrow." Millie says In a distant voice.
She opened her eyes to the darkness of the room. It wasn't comforting to Lilly though, the darkness, consuming the light, so she clicked on the light on her bedside table. Lightness flooded the room immediately. Not surprisingly the room looked the same as it did hours ago. Our her curtain-less window the waning crescent moon glowed in the pitch black sky. Lilly sat cross legged on the floor, staring out the enormous window. The craving of sleep began to seep back in to her, so she stood up and pushed the bed further into the corner. And a small piece of crinkled paper fluttered to the floor. Surprised, and confused she bent down and picked it up. What was on it was small neat black handwriting.
Jonestown Chapter 7 • Opuss № I