The Quiet of Night

The clock ticks the seconds away.

The fan runs in the corner.

The cool dark embraces me.

Thoughts and prayers flit through my mind.

The search for pleasant things to dream about begins.

An exotic location.

Or a warm blanket with a book.

 

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