Everyone in Their Separate Houses
Sometimes, light is a sign of trouble and dark is a sign of peace. This is one of those times.
Lily lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling. There were so many hours until her alarm. The bed wasn’t quite right no matter how she moved her pillows, and she couldn’t tell yet if it was worth deep-breathing for an hour or if she should turn on a light and start reading. She could feel the invisible rubber band around her chest getting tighter, and her hair kept being in the wrong place. Her…