She lay on her back in the quiet room. Her eyes blinked slowly while she gazed around. Most of the things she looked at were out of focus. This mattered little as she was warm in her bed which lead to her to drift off to sleep. She dreamt of simple things that made her happy; a good dinner, her loving family, a car trip and a warm bubble bath. Then upon waking she stretched her arms and arched her back. It felt good. She looked around her room at a picture close to her on the wall. Even seeing it fuzzy she was able recognized it as her family. She yawned and kicked off the covers. Soon her stomach began to hurt. This feeling grew and became painful. She grimaced then unintentionally her emotions took over. She began to tear up then cry. A few moments later a familiar voice spoke kindly to her. It made her stop crying as a pair of gentle arms...
Writer JL Cooper