I woke up to a room bathed in light. at 3am. a clap of thunder.

I shook the sleep off long enough to walk to the window. to make sure I wasn't dreaming. hell was really breaking loose out there.

and so I returned to the bed, surveyed my sparsely furnished room. clothes strewn everywhere despite the drawers built on Sunday.

it would've been nice to get a little bit closer. to have arms around me. squeezing a little bit tighter.

instead I just crawled under my mother's blanket. to go back to sleep. protected from the rain.

i usually feel like this on summer nights
with a slight chill, some days the air is just different.
i can sense it in a single inhale and exhale
but it's actually still winter, just a little milder tonight.
nothing much on my mind, just walking home
11:26.
through the park, by myself
just the way i like it.
i guess this is the feeling of
peace.