Stilva

 The sky silently wept as the sun fought to bring its daily greeting from over the horizon. A single bird sang in response, its call weaving into the sounds of pattering of rain against the ground. A distant thundering served as the gentle nudge that Raiu needed; with a grunt and a stir she began her day, struggling to break free of the warm embrace of her bedsheets as she sat upright. Rubbing lazily at her eyes, she squinted towards her clock. 6:48. Emptying her lungs, she forced herself to her feet and made her way towards her dresser, pausing momentarily to adjust her pajama bottoms. She fumbled for her hairbrush and ran it through her h