She woke with a start. The loud bang that had intruded was only in her mind and she new it; but it still scared the crap out of her every time it happened.
She shoved her heavy comforter off of her legs. The cold air was a relieving shock to her nervous mind. The sense of reality it brought to her gave her something to cover those things that had awakened her. She concentrated on the cold wood floor beneath her bare feet as she shuffled her way to the bathroom.
She sat on her porclen in the small 7 by 7 room decorated with small yellow and orange ducks. They stared at her and mocked her from their fixed position on the over used show curtain. Their silly sneers with knowledge of her failed attempts to be normal.
“Damn ducks!” she cursed under her breath. A flash of guilt for the small infringement on her promise to herself. She bowed her head and sent a short prayer to that being she longed to be with but would never reach again. Finished with her business, in that depressingly cheerful sham of a room, she shut off the light and shuffled back to the bed.
Amber climed into bed and heaved the comforter back to her shoulders. She would continue looking for a job in this new town tomorrow.
