PM to the AM
Outside the stars twinkle and gleam. Inside, the house is at rest, peace finally settling the dust. The clock ticks through the PM into the AM. All that I hear is the clicking of the keyboard and Netflix playing softly. Ideas spill out onto my page, like a fierce river shattering a dam in its wake. My book comes alive within me. The world beyond my room doesn't exist. All the pain and dissapointment of the daylight hours washes away. Even the silly, smile inducing moments of the day fade. The only thing that matters is letters jumbled together to create something wonderful. This is what makes me happy.