It's one of those days. A soft day, when you have a hard headache and the afternoon light comes in through the lilac curtains all milky because it's cloudy out. Not too bright, but it makes the room glow. The kind of day when the walls are cold and so are your feet, so you curl up on your bed backwards with the pillow on the wrong end. You pull an extra comforter up just because and make a little warm nest. A quiet day.
When your hair flutters over your lips as you breathe out slower than a sigh. When you rest your chin on the pillow and soon you can feel your heartbeat trembling in your fingertips and against your neck. That sort of day.