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I stretched awake, my eyes opening to my dark room. I saw the mess on the ground, the towels, the clothes, the candy wrappers of what I enjoyed the previous day. Gentle music touched my ears…
So what you don’t mind, I don’t mind…
I hummed weakly with the music as I glanced over at my nightstand. 5:47. I felt myself sit up with a slight sigh in my throat, interrupting my mid-morning jam sesh, still staring at my clock, which was at the end of my bed.
Something hurt. Pretty bad, most likely my cramps from that time of the month.
No… My cramps passed. I always get them…
What is it?
I inhaled and brought my hands up to my face, then squeezed, a practice I do to try and levee out pain. It… doesn’t work but it stretches me out.
Can you read my mind? The Killers asked me from their song.
Put your back on mee, put your back on meee put your back on meee…
The stars are blazing like crumbled diamonds, cut out of the sun… Can you read my miiind… I gently sung along with the last verse of the song, realizing…
I was lonely. I felt it in my heart. The Killers really help me keep in touch with myself (I thought with a slight grin). I know who I missed, I yearned for their touch, though I barely met them at all.
Well, I know them. But I yearned for them, more than I had before.
I laid back down with a sigh. Three more hours of sleep, and I could see them. Three more.
