Rachel sat there in her dark room, her long legs hanging over the edge of her bed. She stared out the rain splattered window into the cloudy night, admiring how peaceful it looked. This was her favorite kind of night; wet, calm, the way the rain sounded on the roof.... The only thing missing was the moon, covered by the soft grey clouds. She sighed and lay back, resting her head on a soft pillow, wondering if anyone else enjoyed the rain as she did.
Sighing again, Rachel stood up and slid her sweat shirt over her head and draped it over the back of her chair in the corner of her room. She quickly pulled her long silky black hair up in to a messy bun to keep it out of her delicate face. She went to her dresser and pulled out an old pair of flannel pajama bottoms and an over-sized t-shirt. Pulling them on, she walked back to her bed and flipped on the little lamp beside it, a warm glow illuminating the small bedroom. On the bed was Rachel’s favorite quilt, tan with a leaf pattern sewn onto it; A gift from her aunt. On the dresser was an assortment of porcelain dolls and other little trinkets collected over the years.
She sat on the bed again, this time pulling her legs to her chest. She rested her chin on her knees, her green eyes bright and thoughtful. She looked over at her clock and was surprised at how late it was. She shut off the lamp, and with one last look at the grey sky, she pulled the blankets up and rolled to her side and fell asleep.