Insomnia (Patreon)

Dear one,

I heard you last night, long after midnight. Walking in your room, unable to sleep again. Coughing quietly. Opening and then closing your window. I heard you looking out at the night time street and thinking about the people who go out so late and walk. And deciding you could be one of them. I heard you slip down the stairs and out the door. I couldn’t hear your thoughts after that. Or your footsteps.

I hope you found something out there.

I hope you find something somewhere.

Joey