Nights of the new moon always made her feel restless. She didn’t understand the urges inside her small, weak body. She longed to feel the earth beneath her bare feet, to push her toes past the soft green blades and into freshly tilled soil. To feel that soft yet solid ground give way to her force. 
Her palms ached, every touch was more sensitive than other nights. it was almost too much to tolerate. Every time her fingernails would scrape against something it felt as if they were ready to pop off. It didn’t hurt, it was just an unnerving feeling. 
The muscles beneath her skin twitched and twinged with a slight burning sensation. The urge to move, to run filled her entire body. She let her arm dangle over the side of the bed running her hand over the stuffed animal that laid on the floor just below. She pressed her palm into the soft fur over and over trying to make the ache go away.