time

You turn to the side, your face meeting the cool surface of the unused area of pillow. Light streams in through your window, filtered by the night fog. Or is it the morning fog? Your hand twitches, begging to escape the warmth of the blankets. Bidding your brain to quiet, you roll onto your hands. Using your body as a shield to the urge to check.

What time is it?

How much longer can you rest?

If you sleep now, will you get the recommended time. Let’s calculate back…wait. Stop. No. Quiet your mind.

A field fills your mind. The person you have been occupying your thoughts with on the other side. His hair is freshly dyed, his eyes smile. You begin to drift into peaceful…

Your alarm rings.