It was too quiet.
A body shifted restlessly in the warm darkness of the room, brown hair, messy from sleepless nights, lifting from the pillow as their owner gazed around the single bedded room.
Where were the other breaths, the sighs as bodies moved in slumber? Where were the quiet, snarky, inappropriate comments drifting through the dimness, a woman’s tone snapping warmly in response? The one identical voice admonishing others? The valiantly hidden giggles were gone, and so was the soft warmth of bodies around her; four, or one, it didn’t matter. They were lost to the muddling confines of the past.
Once upon a time, she had been a little girl with brothers who would have done anything for her. Once upon a time, she’d had a mother who blazed as bright as a star. But long gone were the days where a couch had folded out into a bed, where she had huddled between brothers only two years older than her but twice her size