Midnight, what they call the zero hour.
Supposed to be dreaming.
Supposed to be sleeping softly.
Supposed to be getting a good nights rest.
But I can't seem to fall asleep.
I don't feel tired.
Don't feel like sleeping.
So I'm sitting here waiting for it to arrive.
When something else appears, out of nowhere.
Maybe it was the depths of my mind.
All the sounds.
The shadows.
Keeping me alert.
A plastic bag, falling, caused by no possible push.
A shadow, dancing, with no dancer in sight.
The lights are off.
I'm all alone.
Sitting in this room.
Waiting, for something that won't ever come.
For it has no reason to, when it is scared off by the only "physical" thing my mind fears,
The poltergeist living in my room.
Waiting, for when I'll fall asleep.
Which is just what I'm waiting for too.
But... It is waiting for a more... Permanent rest.
And what fun it can bring for the little poltergeist, inside of my room. Inside, of my mind.
YOU ARE READING
~My Thoughts~
Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
