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Waiting
I was curled up in bed, staring into the blackness of my closed eyelids. Holding tight to my stuffed friend that reminded me of home, even though it made my hands and arms warm I still held her close. My body was only partially covered due to the heat accompanied by my blankets and the heat still hanging around outside despite the sun going down hours ago. The soft pounding in my head from too much caffeine was hard to ignore, especially when caffeinated drinks didn’t often find their way to my system. I tried to focus on the quiet whooshing from the tires of cars passing by my apartment, but could only hear the hum of the dripping AC in my hallway. Deep inside sounding as if it were panting from its tired attempts to keep running as it should be, making the soft pounding in my head feel like someone was lightly hitting a drum in the back of my ears. I was hoping my early morning would’ve let my body rest by now, but it stays awake listening to the sounds bounce around my walls like a tunnel. Waiting until it would be silenced and all noise forgotten, waiting until I would fall asleep.
By Kaylee Henrickson5 years ago in Poets
