paintedbat

I couldn't get back to sleep after you left. I'm left tangled in the sheets and more awake then I have even been. The sun pouring through the window warm and familiar. The early sunrise breaking across the sky. The distant sound of cars drown out the voices of birds. I lie there and wonder to myself how it is possible for people to not only be up this early, but to already be in their cars on the dew covered pavement. Parking in lines down the highway and spilling their hot, over priced coffee on their cheap and useless pants.
I roll onto my side and stare out the window watching the sun make the leaves glow a bright cat eye green. The breeze forces shadows to dance across the roof tops and small birds scatter across the sky.
Your grimy hands left grey smudge marks across my skin. I remember the dirt under your finger nails. I could feel the dirt in your soul. The gentle whisphers you made up on the spot. Words I wish I could have bottled and I would keep locked on the windowsill and every morning the sun would cast shadows of them across my room. Allowing me to sleep wrapped in your words.
Slowly my eyes grow heavy and my body tires from the nothingness. I find the morning casting sleeping spells on me and my eyes flutter trying to catch the view of the morning. My white sheets glowing in the light soften as my body relaxes.
Birds shout morning calls and small cars honk their reply. The city has awoken. My eyes close and my ears take in the rest. Trying hard to recall the words you said that might still be traped in my room. Hiding in the corners and under my bed. There is nothing left except a broken and faded memory that is being swallowed by sleep.
Forcing the last inch of energy out of my body I fumble with my closed eyes for the pen on my night table. Feeling the cold surface my hand retreats and all is forgotten. I frown behind my eyes. The breeze causes the curtains to sing and I have fallen asleep with the pen slipping from my fingers.

-Painted Bat-