Heart Scrub

Wet Pillow

It was 3:00 am

It was dark inside

The curtains were open and I could see the street lights flickering below

My pillow was too wet to sleep on

So there I was,

Looking out at the flickering street lights below.

Someone's son wandered across the street

He was drunk out of his mind

His sorry head was thrown back

Laughing as he looked up at the sky

I followed his gaze up at a star

I felt it's presence warming my heart

Like a scented candle in the winter

Suddenly, it became very very cold

The star pulsed and glided across the sky

It was fake

An air plane pretending

My gaze dropped to the son in the street

He had collapsed and lay with his head on the pavement

Shivering, I rose and crossed the room to the window

The floor was like ice under my feet

I grasped the curtains and pulled them shut

The darkness hit me like a tidal wave

Sending me back

To my wet pillow