by Hemalily » Fri Jun 24, 2016 6:13 am
username;; Hemalily
kalon name;; Mikra
kalon gender;; Female
a song they might fall asleep too;; Guns For Hands by Twenty One Pilots
a story about what do they do when they can't sleep;; Mikra rolled over, the moonlight shining into her eyes. Tonight was bad. She normally could fall asleep with her melatonin but tonight her swirling thoughts kept her far away from the land of nod. She closes her eyes again, hoping she can trick herself into sleep. She has no luck with this strategy. Groaning, she sits up, facing away from her clock. She doesn't want to know how late she's up.
Well meaning friends have suggested many ways for her to get to bed, and she's tried them all. Night mask, chocolate, white noise, cold temperatures, all are futile. Head in her hands, searching for some way to rest her body, she finally lights upon a memory. Her grandmother, teaching a small blue kalon kit how to carefully make loops. The kit is snuggled in a blanket, distressed from a nightmare that disrupted her sleep. The grandmother, in her quiet and soothing voice, lulls the small child back to rest through the rhythmic clinking of knitting needles.
Mikra bolts upward. That's it! Scurrying over to her closet, she reaches for a small worn basket on the highest shelf. Gently dusting it off, she carries it back to her bed. Choosing a lovely soft yellow, Mikra lets her hands take control and the peaceful clinking begins. A few mistakes disrupt the soothing stitching, but she soon finds the right cadence and loses herself in the peaceful activity. Stitch by stitch, loop by loop, Mikra falls into a deep and restful sleep.