A True and Mysterious Story

Sitting here

Listening to nothing

There are no animals,

No insects, crickets,

Any sound whatsoever

Got me thinking of the loneliness

Just remembered that years ago

In another room

I would always wake up

At this same hour

I don’t remember for how much

But I do recall always checking the clock

Always 2:30 am

For the first few days,

I just went back to sleep

Then… I was frustrated

Rest was what I wanted

Then days fast by

Casually told a friend

What did she say?

Well…

That something else might be happening

Got more conscious about it

Didn’t wanted to check the hour when this happened again

Yet I already knew the time

Days flew by again,

Suddenly it stopped

Still don’t understand what happened

But now it's gone

Sleep is what I can have

Good night’s rest

So…bye