I am lying awake awaiting the sunrise
in the warmth beneath my blankets
and my head snug on my pillow.
I stare up at the ceiling, a million
thoughts race through my mind
as my body fills with fear.
I reach upwards but there is no one
awake for my hand to grab so I
clasp only cold air.
Slowly I calm down until I just want
to fall asleep once more but now its too late.
The setting moon fills my room with light
as I drape my arm across my eyes.
The leave of the old tree outside rustle loudly
in the cold morning breeze.
Outside everything is calm,
just as it should be.