Her back pressed into matted carpet, as her eyes followed the ceiling fan move round and round and round and round again. Even as she shut her eyes, they kept spinning underneath the cover of eyelid. She outstretched her arm, forming a cross with her body and turned her palms up towards the ceiling. It was never easy to give up the little control she felt she had, but the release of tension was in...

The silhouette inched closer; its hands up in surrender. Light crept upon the figure. Golden blonde hair fell over its shoulders, and the light shimmered in her golden brown eyes. She wore a nervous smile, unsure if she would be welcomed. Eden. Kimia would recognize her anywhere. Her stomach turned, and her face twisted. For a moment the decade of loneliness disappeared.

“Eden?” her voice was sof...