Cindy sighed as she shut the door behind her. She could almost scream. She had been hoping that Jackson would be different. He had seemed so sweet and understanding. Cindy kicked off her shoes angrily, sending one flying into a rather alarmed Mr. Tibbles. The fat calico scattered away in a dash, realizing this was not the most opportune time to be begging for treats. Cindy’s breath was coming out in sharp rasps. She stomped her way across the floor and flung herself down on the bed in a sea of stuffed animals. She held a floppy Saggy Baby toy to her face and cried.
The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and within it's safety I could feel my own soul
