In the Middle of the Night

How it feels so dreadful to stay awake, yet so peaceful. The sky is clear and the covers protect me against the chill of the drafty room I rest in. Not a sound is heard besides the respiration, in and out, of my lungs. The beat of my heart. The heaviness of my eyes.
The shadows seem ambiguous, but welcoming. The ceiling is sparkling due to the small light and the glitter. I sense no nightmares, or dreams for that matter, in the shadows. No whispers in the dark can be heard. All that is heard is my racing thoughts, good and bad, of my mind. The heaviness of my eyes.
Dong, dong. Dong, dong. I hear twelve of them. I still awake lie awake, weak and losing. My body finally welcomes it- the darkness of the shadows, the warmth of the covers, the constant breathing, the invitation to my mind’s adventure into dreamland.
The rings dissapear into the void of the shadows and dark, the whispers cease, fears slip away, and my eyes relent. All is silent. All is calm.



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