Restless night

Restlessness keeps her up. The doctor said to picture something pleasant, and she started imagining handsome men above her. Those nights of tossing turned into hours spent with her own hand between her thighs. She spreads herself wide on the bed, lace panties already pushed aside, fingertips tracing slow circles over her clit. Her back arches as she works two fingers inside, slick and warm, pulling them out just to rub again, harder, faster, chasing the sweet edge that finally lets her sleep.