5:00 am

The sound of cars are constant.
They fade into a blue blur.
The open window lets in a breeze with a bite of chill.
The emptiness of the night is loud and overwhelming, but it is rightfully so.
The moonlight shines through small slits in the blinds, illuminating small patches throughout the room.

Eyes wide open, they scan the space, faintly catching the familiar objects through the darkness.

Thoughts rush through an empty brain.
Thinking and not thinking at the same time.
The clock ticks faintly from another room, and you can only
hear it if you listen hard enough.

Tired lids slowly descend.
An inhale.
As if savoring the very feeling, the nostalgic air stops in the lungs.
Slowly, there comes an exhale.
And all the muscles melt, fitting right back into their rightful positions.

Blackness, darker than the night sky, dances across the closed lids.
Memories play out as the mind travels back in time; they are the only being with that ability.
Emotions flow through, so fast they're gone before they're registered.
Unable to grasp onto something long enough to feel anything, the empty husk just exists, a rift in time.

A faint bird call, only now piercing through the haze.
Eyes focus, seemingly coming out of a trance.
Artificial light illuminates the room as a phone turns on.
Ah.
It's 5:00 am.