Only I can hear the whisper of the Night

The loud snore of dad
The rough breaths of mom.
The murmurings of a sleep talk show hosted by my brother.
The furnace stuttering.
The floor boards creaking at every step.
No one hears the sounds of night but me.
All is calm.
I am bright.
Like the mid-day sun.
Being careful not to wake the endless slumber.
Stars don’t awake the slumber oriented ear.
But they awake the slow beating heart.
Pulse rates rising, temperature, dropping.
Being hyped up inside.
Outside it is dark and cold, sad and quiet.
All I would hear is…
The loud snore of dad
The rough breath of mom.
No one hears the sounds of night but me.