Promptly Promting

Sundown

Good morning, I think.

I awake to the usual sounds of banging, screaming, and laughter.

In that order.

It no longer disgusts me, as its became a daily routine I can no longer escape.

Its haunting.

I wait for the noise to stop, before footsteps come and make their way to the door.

I open my eyes, finally.

And I'm met with the same gruff face I'm always met with. The one I first saw, before everyone elses.

He speaks the same words he always does, but today its different.

He lends me his hand, and leads me out past the gate.

Sundown.

It's been four years since I've seen it, out on the ferris wheel by the peir where I met him.

He took my heart and body captive, and made me believe everything he said.

It's been torture.

But today, for the first time in forever,

I feel happy again.

I'm not numb,

Or in pain,

I'm calm, yet overwhelmed with feeling,

I can sense tingling in my fingers and toes,

I feel tears prickling at my eyes,

And right then and there, I wake up,

Right back in my bed, to the sound of footsteps coming closer.