She sat resting, fighting the disease vying for control of her body .Her red sheets were her armour against the disease. She was so tired and the real world was so creul so vile without the sickness that now was spreading throughout her veins. However she was all on her own here in her own little paradise. Her red sheets were her armour against the real world. Love, she loved people which should be good but she loved two and couldn't choose between them. This was the ultimate wound and the dilemma that would never be solved. However she didn't worry not here because they didn't exsist here. The red sheets were her armour against the dilemma.

 

However the sheets felt odd, slimey almost. They were her protection but they just didn't feel comfortable. Then again armour doesnt always feel good but this was really irratating and made it difficult for her to sleep. Thankfully a sudden rush of fatigue sent her to blissful oblivion.

 

                                               Her red sheets... Used to be white