Everything is quiet, motionless, suspended in the vacuum between yesterday and tomorrow.
Every sound, every movement disturbs the perfect stillness, the cold rigidity of the night.
Every living, waking being seems out of place, doesn’t belong.
Bed is a safe space.
Outside, at one with nature. Wind. Leaves. Trees. Alone.
Small in a world of powerful things. Gripping forces left and right.
Hold on. Stand fast.
Air reluctant to move.
Crouching in a corner, emptiness taking up space.
Silence, shallow breaths, enclosed by cement.