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ninth, dec i crawl in bed, feeling scared that i'm going to sleep alone. wondering what goes on in the other rooms in the dark when i'm not watching. i tried to drown out these thoughts, rising like a hum in my ears, calling out to me from the tall woods back home. i breathe deeply, reaching for my dried up fingers with my breath. breathing deeply, the beautiful crush in my lungs like the creakingly old ocean. i wake up late and take a walk around the block to have a smoke. cars line the streets: church is in session. everything is white and the ground smells like rain... dead leaves crowd the doorstep to our house. i realize i left my keys in the lock last night. did i secretly know this? did i know you would come in to find me sleeping? |