Insomniac Heart

Prologue

- This is a work of fiction. All things mentioned like names, places, events, and things are used to portray no one's life. If they mirror anyone's life, please be advised that it is purely coincidental. Thank you for understanding! -

Peace and heaven.

I never understood my dad when he would describe heaven. It would be in the highest of high. Bright and full of clouds. Angels and harps. Peace is what heaven is. I never listened. I would rather play with my expensive toy cars than listen to him describe how he found that safe heaven. To me, I was too young to know what heaven means.

Looking back, I laughed at his description of heaven. I would hear him say to a portrait, that he was his heaven. I never thought it would be someone else. But somehow I kind of knew it was not her. If my mother was his heaven then would our home would be a peaceful one? I wouldn't be hiding in closets and praying for them to stop yelling at each other.

Maybe, that is why I don't believe in love or heaven.

But why?

Why do I feel this way? To someone, I barely know.

I feel at peace when I'm with her. Next to her, I am calm. Calm as the ocean at the first crack of dawn. With her I am like the morning sun, full of brightness and cheer. With her, I am like the resting sun, colorful and peaceful.

As soon as we slept that night, I knew she was my peace and heaven. The calmness she was given my life is incomparable.

Maybe, I am starting to believe that there was heaven when I met her.

My Everleigh. My dove.

With you, I am at peace.