[Gallagher]

This fell out of my brain earlier.

I'm not giving it a title.

I don't know what it is that wakes me, the night cold, thunder calming. I don't know if I was asleep in the first place. I remember watching the ceiling, and the shadows that curled there. I remember reaching out in the tangle of my sheets, fumbling for some sort of comfort. Without seeing, I filled the near silence of it all with songs long since memorized.

But I find they only bring tears to my eyes. I tremble, those shadows curling and joining in the corners of my eyes. I'm afraid to blink, I yank on my clothes, and fall into a cold, familiar seat.

I don't know what to do. No one is here, but I have to speak. I try, and I can't find words. I stop between lines, trembling, illuminated by my only escape in these hours.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Does anyone see me here? It's getting colder.