At night,
Colors swirl around me
Until they blend together.
Deep in the darkness,
Outside I hear the weather.
Everyone is fast asleep.
From them, I hear not a peep.
My computer makes a humming sound.
Something falls from dresser to ground.
Pink walls are repainted by the dimness as
gray,
And purple curtains are seen as darker
gray.
The light is out and colors are
no more.
How many minutes have passed?
Two, three, four?
Glances around
My sacred domain
Become more nervous.
Every sound
Is no longer plain,
But possibly ferocious.
After a while,
My breathing settles.
The nighttime smells
Soothe me.
The light scent of dinner,
A candle,
Incense.
My eyes droop closed.
My body relaxes.
Sleep
Has
Come.
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