Shadows

Tired. Exhausted and already unable to do anything.
She just cried for been tired. She were tired even for cry, but the tears would not stop.
She doesn't even know where they came from,
.. they just came.
She knew the night would be long ..
It is dark, there are only shadows on the huge wall in front of her.
She does not know if it was because she was feeling so small, but the wall looks
so big that no other wall had ever been.
She knew hers fears and her nightmares.
She knew that she would not sleep, would not be weird (she never slept),
but that day was different ...
everything was dry, empty. The room grew around her and the empty space was increasing.
The shadows. The insomnia. Nothing.
The long empty night ..the night full of nothing.
Different. She doesn't sleep for being tired (to be exhausted) and now she would not sleep not
for fear of the shadows or ghosts of the room, the strange inhabitants of her
room of insomnia .. she would not sleep for her own ghosts.
The strange beings from her room were now distant, haunted instead of stunning ..
Her ghosts would not let nothing else scares there, (perhaps for being more realistic and darker).
The shadows become nothing ..
Another day, another morning like any other, one day that she gets up and follows the day, but in fact,
nobody sees that her shadow is bigger than it looks ...