Higher. Lower

how i feel in the mornings

Look up.

Higher.

Higher.

Higher.

Stop.

There I am.

Hovering in a corner just under the ceiling. You sleep fitfully, curling the sheets into your fists. Hot startling tears singe your cheeks and sweat droplets line your forehead. I’m so sorry. It must be hard to sleep without a soul inside of you.

Look down.

Watch me descend.

Lower.

Lower.

Lower.

I don’t want to but I know I have to. Your eyes open partially, and fresh tears spring to your eyes at the familiar sight of me. I run my fingers through your unruly curls trying to soothe you, but I’ve been gone too long. I tell you it’s okay. Just breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. With a sickening gasp, you draw me inside to that cold dark place inside of you where my voice echoes.

It’s so empty in here.

Reviews

[Michael X]

sometimes the darkest place is not outward but inward, what's left after the shattered pieces are too damaged to restore into the heart that knows
of such a pain, only a wish or a miracle could erase, it honestly begs the
question, what's left when all is gone and all that remains is suffering?
There is certainly hope and potential, powerful and well written :)

[SheActsLikeSummer]

This was beautiful. I just adore you stories. Makes me realize that there aren't just people in this world that they think their so cool just because they're wearing their pants to their knees. Like who it the right mind would want to walk around in PUBLIC looking like they forgot to pull their pants up after taking a crap. Like, seriously?
The way you write speaks to me. I dunno, don't want to make this cheesy, though I don't see how that would be possible due to the previous comment ^^ :P
Anyway, wonderful job. 'Tis amazing.

[shweta]

a touching description of a bereaved heart.. write more often

[Forevermore]

i like the feeling of the ending, it was well written

[J.M. Walker]

Wow, this really gives an impression of that time between awake and asleep in the early morning. great write!