Nano 21 – Sleep

She can’t sleep on her back, she never could. It reminds her too much of being in a grave with her arms crossed over her chest, eyes closed. It’s silly, really, to be bothered by such a thing after all this time. But it doesn’t stop her from cranking her neck to the side, shoving pillows under her shoulder, and doing everything necessary to get comfortable sleeping on her stomach. She’ll wake with a crick in her neck and drool on the pillow, but it is what it is. It’s better than the memories that sleeping on her back brings.