It was three in the morning and our eyes were awfully tired. Our lips hurt from speaking so much, lines on our faces from grinning and laughing. The caffeine was supposed to kick in, but it didn't. We were too tired to get more. We were wrapped in a weighted blanket that held us to the floor and hugged us. There was a dog at our feet, a very silly dog. There were pillows and pillows, the floor became the most comfortable thing we'd ever touched. Well, that could be from exhaustion. Happy exhaustion. Too tired to make sense but joyful, our nonsense words were so warm. I remember thinking that our words didn't make sense and we were talking like we had been drinking more than caramel coffee, but I don't remember what I said. She fell asleep to my voice as always, as my closest friends always do. They always wanted to hear my stories, though they never hear the end. I told her of November, where I spoke stories to Amy until she fell asleep, just as I was doing to her, but I think I fell asleep before I could finish. We woke to the sunlight far too soon, lingering in the comfort of the blankets and each other, and the peaceful sleep of not feeling alone.
STAI LEGGENDO
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
