Drabble #41 – Sleeping
Pill
It’s 4am, and a voice is
murmuring against my ear like sin, like sleeping pills. I do
not say anything, because you’re picking at the threads
of another conversation I don’t want to have, but we
don’t mention that. You’re so afraid of silence,
afraid of the thoughts that lurk there and the off-chance that
I might get the courage to say them. “Go to
sleep,” you whisper, a smile ghosting around your
lips, as if were that simple. Can’t, I almost
whisper back, you’re all I see when I close my
eyes. Almost.
“Scared of the dark?”
Something like that.
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