p o e t r y T I M E

11:43pm

The steady sound of your fan twirling in its circles drifts down into your ears.

You lean against the corner of your bed,

Once foot leaning on the wall, the other digging into the carpeted ground.

A slight pressure touches your foot.

You breathe in short small breaths,

Your stomach rising up less than an inch.

Your dog makes noises from where she sleeps on your bed.

Probably a dream.

You just hope it's not a nightmare.

You need more air so you open your mouth and take in a deep breath.

Your eyes hurt, only a little though.

Some hair lines the corner of your vision, but you could care less.

You feel comfortable.

The bottom of your palms rest on your MacBook and your fingertips tap away at the keys, making a beautiful, satisfying, noise.

Your nails are coated with a layer of black nail polish.

It's chipping away.

You should be asleep, but you really don't want to sleep.

Your phone is tucked away, charging in a different room, and you feel incomplete without it.

Thank goodness for this device.