Dec 25, 2013
It’s quiet out. Quiet enough for you to hear the crickets. Even crying loudly isn’t a luxury you can afford. You stuff the corner of your comforter in your mouth, afraid to wake anybody. You can’t breathe. The tears trickle down, onto your pillow. You gasp with the effort of being so quiet. You struggle to catch your breath. Your mouth is dry. You feel like something’s caught in your throat.
Stop it now. Stop thinking. Now. About everything. Tomorrow is a new day. Sleep now.