3 am

The bed called to me as if

deeply hidden in the sea of sights and

sounds, the trecherous waves taming for no

one. I looked at my pillow, in the

adjoining room, soft and serene, like that first

love you can never forget. The zebra patterned

pillowcase embedding itself into my partially concious

mind. The cold air playing on my skin

only made me long for the warm

blue blanket to bind my body as I

would fall into the darkness to attend

my nightfall activity. The televisons harsh lights flashed

from fire red to ferocious blues, making

me long for the darkness to encroach upon me.

The sounds blaring from the bruised and

battered speakers seemed to beckon my mind to

the quiet solitary comfort of the room

next door. The remote, silver in the dim

light, sat unaggrivated, aimed at the annoying

screen that rested near the edge of the

door. The dark chesnut door that would

lead to a deep peaceful night. I turned

off the noisemaker, nulling the painful rythm

and forcing the lights to nap in their

pixels, quiet, dark and still. I stood,

making my way through the doorway and to

my melodiously quiet room which now seemed

miraculously alive as I went to perform my

nightly ritual.