Drabble Number 1- Opal

Akira sat upon her bed in the small room for which they called hers, though it was not really hers, she would never say so. No, it was merely a room for which she was borrowing, to her it was merely just a prison. A place where she was staying, a place far from her home.

She sighed deeply and looked around at the small room.The room was simple, a bed and desk crammed into a space with little room to move between. The bed was a medium plusness with soft white sheets and a blanket. The desk was small and wooden, but it had a small rickety chair and served to be a good place to get work done. It was a plain room but she supposed there would be those who would call it comfortable. She supposed it was not uncomfortable but merely a place far from the one she called home.

She sat on the bed and twirled her finger around the small opal necklace which hung around her neck. It was a habit of hers to fiddle with this small necklace. This the only piece of home she still had with her. A small yet strong reminder of the one thing she longed for more then anything.

It was this that she thought about as she fell back into the bed and closed her eyes, hoping for the sleep that just would not grace her.