Ophelia's Flat
Ophelia's asleep, curled in the precise center of her mattress, curls fanned around her.
It's early evening. She fell asleep in the midafternoon, and the book she was reading is still lying beside her, one of her hands resting lightly atop it.
It's early evening. She fell asleep in the midafternoon, and the book she was reading is still lying beside her, one of her hands resting lightly atop it.