The clock ticks on, never-ending, and like music to my ears. It is the only thing my ears can catch as I lie in bed, in a cozy set of pajamas, and an ever cold world surrounding me.
The cold hones in, and batters my mind, freezing my heart as I call for help, yet I'm unanswered once again. My hands at my sides fidget, my legs criss and cross, and my mind is torn asunder.
I wake to restlessness once again, not sure of the hours I spent staring into my ceiling, wondering if it would divulge me any answers.
I heave my body from my now irresistibly soft bed, and along follows the maelstrom of brain-splitting thoughts I'm sure to have for ninety percent of that day,
just to have it happen again the day after next.