Raining

[lesliethompkins]

Everything about the spare room is conducive to rest. The covers are warm and tucked in around her. The heavy drapes block out most of the morning light. Silence is only interrupted by the sound of rain gently hitting the window. She's not sure how long she's slept or how long she's been awake. She's not sure she cares. Lying there and listening to the patter is a luxury she can afford.