The girl lies on her bed. Falling into its soft cushion. Today is her birthday soon within minutes it would pass. And she tries to go to sleep. The day wasn't bad but it wasn't as she wish it had been. She would not admit it to herself. It was not bad and she thought to be happy of that. But it was her birthday some years back. And she didn't dare ask for more. But she wanted to. She wanted to feel that it was cherished and remember not just with a few gifts but by having people around. Her family and friends. And now they were so distant.
She lies on her bed; she is tired almost exhausted. But she won't fall into a deep sleep. Blame the allergies and she keeps taking pills so she would fall asleep but she does not. She can't. Because it is haunting her mind. The lack of extraordinary is.
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