eviscerati
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Post by eviscerati on Apr 22, 2015 12:29:15 GMT
It’s 4:53 am. The boy has taken a new 5 am shift and doesn’t think ahead when it comes to putting his work uniform in another room so he doesn’t have to turn the light on to wake me. My current condition leaves me a light sleeper regardless, so I’m not sure it’d make a difference. The other side of the bed is cold and I can’t seem to get comfortable. There’s a void there - - No more warmth, no more gentle snoring and source of my own guilty indulgence of settling my ear against his back to be eased by the ever steady song of life within him, that treasured rhythm I so adore. A few restless minutes and I move to the couch. The upstairs neighbor is moving about, the floor creaking beneath her weight and sleep is the furthest thing from my mind. 4:59 am. I turn on my side and sigh in relief as the familiar sound of my own shuddering heart can be heard in my pillow. My eyelids slowly drift closed as I exhale and begin to count each repetitive beat. One… Two… Who needs sheep, anyway? ~~ ( source ). Side note.. damn, I'm tired.
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Post by Cherryheartbella on Apr 23, 2015 1:49:53 GMT
Tiredness is the worst! Heartbeats are good. Guess there was one good thing about this morning for you ^^ heheh
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