All throughout the day the tension builds. The tension that comes from the anticipation
of the loneliness of the coming evening.
Each activity fills up some space during the day, but each
activity brings the evening’s lack of distraction closer.
Sitting on the fence, waiting for the jump that will crack
open the night. Sitting with a foolishly
cheerful grin.
And, in the end, giving in to the lullaby provided by
tears. In the morning it begins again.
No night lights are allowed in the bedroom, as they are
believed to be detrimental to a good night’s sleep. The same is believed true of noise. So there is nothing except the sweep of
eyelashes on the pillow for input.
Eyelashes that should not be moving up and down, but should stay firmly
shut.
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