Wakeful Night

Val’s P.O.V

I tipped a few miles into black and white, something out of the ordinary. I found a little calm and hope inside.

The moon pressed its silver thumb against the windowpane. It reflected its curved touch from my cottons. I sank into the mattress, limbs heavy as river stone, as the day’s chaos bled out of me. The accident of my bruised body was numb and painless. I lay heavily crossing myself with my duvet and relentlessly blocking away my thoughts from unraveling like an old string but a few bothering thoughts kept dialing in my memory till there was none. I was slowly drawn to the subtle sweetness of rest.

The only feeling humming in my body was a very comfy night's sleep. I found a little calm in my mind as the night belonged to the soft hush of my pulse—no highly raised heartbeat from text troubles and annoying comments.