Night has fallen long ago and the sun has many hours until it comes
No birds lay awake and the crickets barely stay asleep
The only sound is the swaying of trees.
They dance a waltz behind a girl
playing the same song since she could remember.
The rain hits against the bush that lays just below her window seal
and the occasional swoosh of a car going up the street signals that life is near.
The same girl lays in her bed with tired eyes, trying to finish a book she has just begun.
A familiar feeling of comfort and warmth
as she lays wrapped in two blankets
with two stuffed animals keeping away any fears
The constant snores from her parents floating down the hall and
The laughter leaking out of her brother's bedroom door.
With light streaming in reflected off the living room wall
She finds comfort and peace held in a fragment of time so small
Where dreams start to overlap reality.
You may find the girl
The one who hasn't changed for the past 18 years.
There she will be, laying on her bed with a book in her hand
The trees still remain in a dance
And the flickering eyes still appear to be in a trance.