11. Pain

Her eyes were covered with stars.
She could see a galaxy stretching to her left, lights dancing and blurring the real world. It didn't matter if she closed one or both eyes, she could still see it. She kept rubbing her eyes, an useless attempt to drive the lights away, but there was nothing she could do. And she knew those stars all too well, and what they represented: a migraine was on the way, slowly making its way into the right side of her head.
She knew there were no pills in the house, so she simply lay in bed and waited for it to go away. The pain was intense, now, making her frown and shift around.
I'll be fine, she told herself, and wished there was someone else to make her believe that. But it was just her and the stars and the pain.
[corre o risco de ser tirado daqui e usado noutro lado]