10.16.17
11:48 AM.
The shrill, metallic screech of tears caused me to bolt out of sleep, sit upright, automatically wondering who died.
In a second I was taken back to that day four years ago when sobs were the only force powerful enough to awake me out of my summer slumber.
So I stumbled out of bed in a panic to find that the tears were from a heartbroken girl whom I can relate to, no death involved, not here, not today.
I did my best to console her, despite not being able to console myself.
Then I went back to sleep, on a clean pillow with no dried tears, not here, not this time.
The shrill, metallic screech of tears caused me to bolt out of sleep, sit upright, automatically wondering who died.
In a second I was taken back to that day four years ago when sobs were the only force powerful enough to awake me out of my summer slumber.
So I stumbled out of bed in a panic to find that the tears were from a heartbroken girl whom I can relate to, no death involved, not here, not today.
I did my best to console her, despite not being able to console myself.
Then I went back to sleep, on a clean pillow with no dried tears, not here, not this time.
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