The green numbers on the clock diminish as my eyelids close and welcome darkness.
my old house's floorboards creak every few minutes or so.
the rushing wind hits the shingles outside my windows and startle me.
i am freezing, yet too hot for a sweater.
don't pity me, for I am no fool.
When my eyes shut I know they will open again to the next day and I will be forced to struggle as I usually do with life.
