Monday, 28 December 2020
It's five a.m and I woke up.
I didn't have a nightmare, I didn't have to pee, I simply woke up.
My first thought was that I was late for school and started to panic, but I'm not.
I'm awake and everyone is sleeping.
I can hear soft rain drops against my window, and the sound of my kitty that started to purr the instant I woke up.
But besides that... there is only silence.
Me and silence.
It feels as if the world has gone completely still.
My head is hushed and my heart beats in an even rhythm. Finally.
It allows me to take a few deep breaths and let my usually contracted muscles relax.
I sit up to get a glimpse out of the window. The winter skies are ethereal, a blessing, one of the many I often take for granted.
I inhale.
And even if only for a little while,
I am okay.
I am at peace.
I am alive.
YOU ARE READING
Head High
Non-FictionI am eighteen now, and still scared. I haven't always been a scared person, life somehow made me that way at some point. Over the summer I learnt to fight back. I am still scared, but you don't know. Because I have my head held high. And mark my wor...
