Bluish gray light passes through my windows allowing me to focus on my surroundings. I am once again caged in my NYC apartment. Silenced and unable to find my bearings I stumble to my feet. The air is cold and I wrap a sweater around me which doesn't much help. My sleep was restless last night, tossing and turning with a chasm of thoughts racing through my head, every noise startling me to an upright position. I pull the linens tightly around me sure that cotton and feathers will be the only protection I need. For hours there is nothing but silence and I eventually drift to sleep, lulled gently by the beating of my own heart.
Awake from my troubled sleep, I wander down the hall and past the kitchen cautiously as to not to disturb anyone, but of course there's no one there and I find myself completely alone. I long to hear a voice I recognize, but the hour is too early and all I can do is sit silently. Thoughts resonate louder than the traffic outside or the hissing of the radiator, "Please rescue me."
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