i'm waiting on the step for something nice

"How's it going, B?"Billie curls herself up tighter against the back wall of her closet, squeezing her eyes shut against the gross shifting light at the bottom of the door. It's not quite as bad as it was earlier, but she still does not feel good at all. Even just the thought of having to get up makes her feel sort of sick to her stomach, but she tries to breathe out steady and remember that she's at home — there's not anyone here who'd try to make her.So, Billie doesn't stop rubbing the backs of her fingers through the hair on the side of her head, she doesn't stop swaying sideways against the wall, doesn't stop chewing on the shoulder seam of her shirt, and most definitely does not come out.