The sun erupts at dawn, beaming a wistful smile down the broken fields of men. As roosters crow before the light breaks completely through the hushed darkness of night. A house sits staring at the sight of hurried feet clamoring up and down the cold streets of the morning, thick fog form silhouettes of weary flesh dancing at the sight of light. Warm sheets cloak my aching bones as I try to get back to sleep, turning from one side to the other, finding the spot where I can fit in. Holding onto that shadow drifting like a leaf floating on a river, under the inferring eyes of a smiling moon. A dame playing hide and seek, playful and sly, a demon disguised as an angel. Slowly, all the banter and dispensable chattering disappeared like air bursting on a bubble, suddenly there was silence. Silence creeping inside me like ghoulish arms dragging me to sleep. Darkness shrouded me and all the light became the cobwebs on a cupboard in a house rotting on a forsaken shore; tiny, fickle, weak. All the noise had stopped except for the voice screaming from the other side of my mind. Finding its way onto the surface; an overdue dream or an unaddressed  reminiscing from the past. It gets louder and louder, until I can almost hear the shouting beside me. A knock on the door woke me up and reminded me that I wasn’t alone, and won’t be for an indefinite period of time. How frustrating, how futile.