At dawn, emptiness greets me.
“Hello dear, sleep well?”
“Leave me be,” I groaned. “Why must we meet day after day?”
“Hush, and hold me,” it responded.
I clutched my pillow, unsure whether to get up and start my day, or drift back into sleep.
An ache swells in my chest.
Day, after day. The same routine. Opening my eyes to a yearning. For nothing, and everything. For happiness, wholeness… peace.
“Squeeze me tighter,” emptiness sneered. “Hold onto me, just as I hold onto you.”
My breaths, coming fast and short, now. “I need you to let me go,” I pleaded. Begging of the freedom to start my day.
I paused, awaiting reprieve. And slowly, slowly it came… My body relaxed, rigidity falling from my frame.
“I’ll see you soon, my friend,” it waved with glee. “As for now you may be free, at Dawn you’ll part your eyes to me.”
Fifth of October 