death was rest. rest is what she craved. but until she found peace. she would never find rest. she feared what death would bring but was dying to know. there was no pun in that though she smiled to herself thinking of it. for a moment she felt clever. a sigh left her lips. she had a long day. she needed to breathe. she wonder for the souls that found no peace if they ever got to breathe or have rest. or if they were forever stressed and upset. she tensed up, her bones seems to become one. she didn’t want that. she needed peace in herself to make it in such a life as this.