"We are not those of the houses but those of the woods. We wait till night to take off our hoods. The others are gone. Now join us as your heart longs."
My head pulses with pain as I bolt up from sleep panting and I groan as i look at the clock , it only reads 3:33 I check my phone and am almost blinded due to brightness, i groggily turn it down.
I step out of bed and the floor creaks under my cold bare feet and I shiverat the shock of it. I go down the steep stairs and get a glass of water. I slowly head to the stairs but I'm drawn to my mother's room by the sight of light from inside.
I take a deep breath and open it. I let out the air slowly as my heart sank deep inside of me as sorrow course through my very being. It was only her desk light that was on. Grandma must have been dusting. I walk over to the desk to turn it off.
Some how I trip on something while leaving the room and hit the ground with a loud thud that I know will leave a bruse. I pick up the object but it's to dark to see and I hear the heavy clunk of my grandma's cane approaching slowly.
I quickly leave the room and make it up to my room. I quickly jump into bed and cover up to look asleep as the footsteps and clunking get closer. Slowly my door creeks open and I hear her laboured breathing.
She stands there for a few muinits then eventual walks back to her room. I let out a sigh of relief and get more comfortable and slowly a low sleep to wash over me like a wave over the beach making my stress and anxiety drift away like glass bottles traveling to distant places.
Author: sorry it's not great but it's like 3: 40 so that's to be expected
