I could feel the cold rush over me as I woke up again. 1:45. The fourth time this night. I didn’t know why. I wasn’t hyper, sick,anxious, or scared.
I didn’t want to try to sleep again because it would just be a waste of time. So I flipped the sheets off my bed and yawned. I rubbed my eye and started toward the window.
I monitored my steps that clonked on the hard-wood floor so my parents wouldn’t wake.
I opened the curtains and sat on my favorite spot on the window sill.
Of course, I see the old willow to the left, reflecting the moonlight on its frosted leaves. I look to the left at the pine tree, still standing tall and proud. I wish I was like that tree. So indestructable. So strong.
I look at the moon,it’s light shining through the night over all lost souls and matter of the Earth.The moon would show the way for anyone that crossed it’s path.It did for daddy.Well,I hope it did.
Where ever he is I hope he finds the light of the moon just like he told me to do when my time comes.I hope.I dream.I live.