Metanoia

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She laid there in her bed with the covers tucked up under her chin, and the fan on low, creating a cool breeze.

3:57 her phone screen gleamed. She was waiting for a text back from a friend that had fallen asleep no doubt.

She set her phone down on her nightstand and rolled onto her back, staring up at the dark ceiling. There was something strangely peaceful about the middle of the night as it creeped into morning territory.

The scariness went away at some point as the thought of a new day spread over everything as the dark dark world grew every so slightly lighter. The quietness was nice and not heavy with what could be lurking in the shadows. It was light like a dream as most people slept through the aery lightness of the silence.

It soothed her to sleep as she cocooned into her blanket and drifted off into dreams about the early sun.