1AM Stories

Laying in bed

a window cracked open

feeling the cool air

of winter.

Not sleeping yet

staring at the ceiling

listening to the walls

monotonous tap.

Thoughts are everywhere

wondering what next

feeling my breath

pass through my lungs.

Eyes open wandering

thinking this quiet moment

she might be awake

imagining the same.

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