I woke up at 3 something in the morning in frantic panic. Exactly 3:21 am, I told myself to wake the hell up because I had no intentions of having another heart attack in the morning, racing with time.
So, it was 3, my judgment hazy, and I looked out my window where I saw something I loved to see. And the moon has been gone for a week or two, so nothing has been watching me sleep. But I looked out, and the sky was red.
I then realized I had 3 more hours to sleep, and so I breathed the sky in and buried myself deep under the comforter where I slept deep.
PS. Where are you muse? I'm feeling rather empty now.
So, it was 3, my judgment hazy, and I looked out my window where I saw something I loved to see. And the moon has been gone for a week or two, so nothing has been watching me sleep. But I looked out, and the sky was red.
I then realized I had 3 more hours to sleep, and so I breathed the sky in and buried myself deep under the comforter where I slept deep.
PS. Where are you muse? I'm feeling rather empty now.
