Slowly climb into your bed.
Feeling the soft material of the covers as you pull it over your legs and chest.
Settle in, and breath out.
Comfort, relaxation.
No one hollering. No one patronizing. No one questioning. No one nothing. All nothing.
Nothing besides your bed. Your covers. Your pillow. And your thoughts.
Shut that out, now you truly have nothing.
You try not to think, try not to worry, or dream, or anything.
Your so close.
Your mind is a black hole, sucking up all the unnecessary thoughts keeping you from your date with death/sleep.
Finally, all is silent. Your room, and your mind. With the faint pattern of your breath...
And the humming of your ceiling fan.
And the rustling of wind...
But the wind seems strange... It seems to be talking to me... With every gust of wind, a new voice speaks. With a new prayer, a new plead, a new wish... New voices... Too many voices...
Now every sound intensifies... From the world outside, and from the space within your four walls...
Bangs. Clicks. And snaps. And pitter patter.
Wait pitter patter? Rain!
The world seems to be suffering it's own disappointment. Or maybe it just feels my pain.
