Nothing felt right. The sheets were too warm, but it was too cold without them. The pillow was too big, but sleeping without one was just impossible. The mattress was too firm in the center, but too soft at the edges. The empty silence felt invasive, but any sort of noise would do nothing but keep her up. Tossing and turning only tangled her sheets, but being so still for so long? Forget it. Tabitha buried her head under her pillow, then threw it across the room. "Fuck it." Tab grumbled, her brunette hair was again an unruly mess.
