Inclined. Reclined. Declined.

╬ dusk ╬

The ceiling greets me. I'm in bed. Sleep is elusive. My thoughts drift, albeit compelled.

I'm about to cry, but the tears do not arrive.

A myriad of frames illuminate what should have been a still night.

Strapping it on;
Laughing;
Windbreaker to shield me.
I felt safe.
I felt protected.
I felt loved.

Now, a tear rolls down my cheek and disappears into my pillow.

My eyelids fall and draw this to a close.

╬ dawn ╬