asleep i fall to the small sound of wind at my window, tall trees pushing through the night and stirring the clothes that hang on the line. stars peeking through clouds, a sliver of a moon it’s light still bright and glowing.
the night time brings tiredness and that feeling of closing. another day done, another moment passed, another shadow of seconds and minutes lost in time behind me.
asleep i fall to a ticking clock and shifting walls, my brain preparing for dreams of madness like i don’t know in real life. the wind serenading me. and then a light appears outside my window, the glow between the blind and the frame, a picture on my wall. asleep i fall but not before those moments pass just as they do.