insomniac || j.d.

josh

I was supposed to be out of the rehabilitation facility by 2:00, so I could go home and make up for all the sleep I was about to lose. Rowan was supposed to be out in two years.

A slight smirk tugged on my lips as I remembered the sequence of past events. She was quiet in the way she talked, but not quiet in the way she thought. I could tell with each small-voiced question she asked that her brain was running a mile per minute. I barely got any information from her. Rowan's eyes would open wide and the green color would almost cover the deep purple-black that lived underneath on the fragile skin. Yet every question I asked her, she would dodge and turn the conversation around to me.

She had a way of listening that made people attracted to her.

It was when I resurfaced from my thoughts when I heard the piano. The sound was loud yet gentle and stuffed with loads of emotion. I felt my eyes closing and my ears fixating on the noise on the other side of the lobby door. My mind felt an odd calming sense of drowsiness at the magically played keys.

When I finally pushed through the door I immediately felt as if I was drowning in music. I never knew drowning could make someone feel so alive.

You know the joke people make when they insist that the food they make consists of love? Like somehow you can taste the love that they "so-called" added to their recipe?

Well, as I stood there at the edge of that lobby I couldn't taste love, but somehow I was still consuming it. Each note added more until I was almost sure my heart couldn't take anymore. It was a flood of feelings that overpowered my body and left me to wonder how I got so lucky to hear music such as this.

So after thinking all of this, it would only be natural to be astounded by whom the love was seeping from. With her chestnut colored hair in loose waves down her back and her nimble fingers gliding across the keys, I was baffled.

Her arms moved in ways that seemed so natural yet so bone-trembling. I was entranced by the way her body tensed and relaxed, the way her hair twisted around her shoulders when she tilted her head, and the occasional hum that rumbled from her throat like she wanted to sing, but instead she held it in.

Rowan Blake, the insomniac.
Rowan Blake, victim of anxiety and sleep apnea.
Rowan Blake, a patient at a mental institution.

Rowan Blake, a prodigy.

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wanna clear any confusion, josh returning "home" at 2:00, is a hallucination that comes along with him thinking he is an intern.