It had been another night of tossing and turning. A night filled with staring at the glowing red numbers of an old digital clock, as they slowly changed from one, two, three, and so on. For Shadow_Heart, every time she went to bed it was like this. Even if she was exhausted, after she crawled into those sheets, it was like a switch had been flipped and energy ran through her. Making it damn near impossible to fall asleep. The only way she fell asleep, or at least 95% of the time, was when she finally passed out at some point after midnight, nearing one or two in the a.m.<br/><br/>Glancing at the clock on an annoyingly regular interval basis, first, it read 10:14. Then, turning her back to the clock which sat on a stand by the bed, she lays on her side, now staring at the wall. She forces her eyes shut, trying to somehow will slumber to take her, to let her body relax. But try as she might, she continues to stay wide awake, tossing and turning, throwing her stuffed animals to the floor and shoving her blankets down to her waist.<br/><br/>Now laying on her stomach with her head turned to one side so she wasn't suffocated by her pillow, hair sticking to her face due to the sweat that covered her brow, she glances at the clock again. 12:28. "Dammit, all!!" She kicks her foot against the mattress, shoving her face into the pillow and groans, wanting to scream, to yell out in frustration. There was nothing she could do, as she didn't want to wake up the dogs, or her parents. Especially since they had to work the next day. So, all she could do was wait for pure exhaustion to take over.<br/><br/>Laying on her back, she looks up at the ceiling, tears of fatigue and annoyance drip down her cheeks to land in her hair and then to her pillow. The image her eyes take in was blurred, from both crying and the darkness of her room, the only light coming from the blasted alarm clock that now read that it was after two o'clock. Her eyes itched, and little by little, her lids slowly drift closed, so that finally she drifts off, purely and utterly depleted of energy.<br/><br/>But of course, sleep never seemed to last for her, and she was once again awake, laying curled up in a ball under the covers of her bed. That oddly felt a lot more squishy than she was used to. And...was that the scent of...lilacs? She didn't have lilacs in her room. Not that she remembered. That was not something to be concerned with at the moment though, as she just laid there. Not wanting to get up, it was too early. Or...was it?<br/><br/>Finally residing to pull the covers down from over her head, she looks to the window, seeing that the sun was barely even up. "Yup...to early..." She stops then. Her voice...was not her own. Too childish sounding and a bit high pitched. Squeaky. And now that she paid closer attention, the room she was in. Was not her own. It had a rather old-fashioned look to it. The bed she was in was a large queen sized bed, much bigger than her twin at home. Everything was made with wood, and there were no posters of anime characters or cards of Pokemon stuck to the wall. Her dresser was replaced with a smaller one, all her knickknacks were gone. Her desk, her laptop, even the hated alarm clock...all gone.<br/><br/>She jumps out of bed, surprised by the landing, it seemed further than it should have. When she looks down, she almost fainted. She was so short! Well, she'd already been short, but, this...it was like, KID short! The gray night tee she'd been wearing had changed too, into a white dress like thing, with long flowy sleeves, and a yellow scarf that wrapped loosely around her neck. And...her...chest...was so FLAT!!! Frantically, she pats her body down. Boobs. Gone. Hips. Gone. Butt. Gone.<br/><br/>Eyes wide, she turns to look into a conveniently placed mirror and screams. She was not...well, herself! Instead, a small childlike image stood looking back (she guessed about four or five), with large blue eyes, long white hair done into low pigtails, and the strangest looking hat on her head. It reminded her of something, but at the moment she couldn't quite remember. Not with the state she was in right now.<br/><br/>She had to figure out what was going on. And so, with an abandon of all caution, she runs to the exit of the room and throws open the door. And, much to her guessing, outside was just as different. Instead of the side room that held her T.V., gaming systems, couch, and other assortments of items, a long hallway with doors identical to her own could be seen, and to her right was a staircase that led down to an open first floor. From the railing, she could see a large bar like spot, and there were six large tables set with chairs. There were people down there, none that she recognized.<br/><br/>As she stared, she felt panic resound in her chest. What was going on? She had to get out of her. Running, she almost trips up as she suddenly began to float down the steps, though comes to a crash landing at the bottom. In a hurry, she gets to her feet, ignoring the laughter of large burly looking men at one of the table, and flees like a deer from a hunter, taking no time at all to find the exit. And she doesn't stop there. She continues to keep running, until she gets to the center of the supposed town she was in, breathing hard, turning around in circles.<br/><br/>Coming to a halt, she began to cry. Why? Why was this happening? Was it a dream? Yes...that had to be it! She closes her eyes, and pinches herself, before hesitantly opening them again. The same view of a stone well, surrounded by stone buildings and a dirt road portrayed itself to her. Her hands go to her cheeks, and the tears come harder, as she falls to her knees. She didn't move. She didn't think. She just knelt there, for who knows how long, as the sun, which she thought was rising earlier, steadily sank into the horizon. People drifted past her, people pointed. But she did not care. Next to her was the fountain well thing, and she looks at her reflection in the gently rippling water again.<br/><br/>That's when she realized who she looked like. Jirachi. Only, in a human form. Jirachi, the wish granting Pokemon. Though she had tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes, she couldn't mistake her appearance for anything else. It was a long shot...but maybe...maybe it would work. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and mumbles to herself. "I wish...I could go home..." She didn't dare open her eyes yet. But after a moment, she couldn't hold herself back any longer, and finally, cracks her eyes open. And of course...it wasn't home. She was still staring at her reflection in the well. And as she looks in the water, small circles form on the surface as tears silently fall from her eyes once again.