A wall clock, slowly ticking on the side table
A ceiling fan, hurling with the lowest speed setting
A sudden breeze, rushing in through the windows
tiny LED lights, like ghosts illuminating in the pitch black night
All these sounds, stirring in the air
The screeching of cars outside
And rustling of nearby trees
A heart thumping, calm, inside a body on the bed
Sudden thoughts, saddening and exciting
The duality of the melancholic mind
A face looking up, staring at nothing but darkness, thinking
"Will I see the morning?"