She fell asleep.
Pulling the covers over her, she finally rested her head.
The hardest part was picking herself up off of the floor.
The sobs heaved in her chest like waves against the shore.
With each inhale, she was flooded withe emotion.
The world was bent in half, she bent in half in disbelief.
How could such a phone call end so abruptly?
How could such a thing happen?
He said goodbye before she could even respond.
Her breath was stuck in her throat, incredulous.
She was all eyes: only taking in, not processing.
Everything was lost, everything was over, everything was gone.
They didn’t know how it had started, but the flames resisted.
The world had turned to ash, she was sitting down.
No one ever called any more. Who could be calling?
There was a flame.
Based on today’s NaPoWriMo prompt.