The silence here is deafening
My blanket feels heavy, so I kick it off
But my sole bedsheet feels even heavier
Like the weight of knowledge
Unanswerable questions hound my mind
For a moment they seem clear, solvable
But the answer is fleeting and was doomed to be
My thoughts seem real but they don’t belong to me
My acumen is warped by my half consciousness
All of my senses are heightened
I can sense the house creak and complain
I can feel my body being swallowed and rejected by my bed
I can hear her moving all the way downstairs
The little jingle she makes tips me off to her location
Dining Room
Living Room
Up the stairs
I can feel her right outside my door
The only thing protecting me from myself
She is the comfort to my chaos
Even in my silence she knows I’m awake
Spots of light dance on my face and I panic, it’s morning
I’ve seen too many sunrises