She closes her eyes and clutches on to images of sunflowers, butterflies, and dew on the grass on a mild spring morning. She burns images of beauty and joy into her mind in order to fall asleep. Counting deep breaths to keep focused. In, out. In, out. Just hold on for a few more minutes until you drift away.
But like a tornado sweeping through a bustling town, the images are strewn and thrown about. Lost. Replaced with confusion, panic, and dread.
Another sleepless night.