June 22, 2010
Cody lied in bed relaxing as the lights from the parking lot made their way through the blinds. The shapes created on the ceiling were unfathomable, especially when the air conditioner turned on and blew the blinds around like windchimes. The only thing real in the room was the digital read-out, sporting an ominous time of 1:11. Matilda was using up way more than her share of the mattress--sleeping on her back like an over zealous Sleeping Beauty. She was never one to wonder about the unfathomable shapes and digital read-outs. Her mind was too strong.