Blackbird.
blackbird singing in the dead of night.
Turning over in the sheets, he clutched the fabric closer to his body, trying to keep all the warmth in with him. Though, it seemed to be all to no avail, as he still felt goosebumps on his arms, gnawing gently at his bones.
Gerard sighed. Something always kept him up at night.
Rolling onto his back, holding the sheets in his fists by his chin, his eyelids were heavy, though he wasn’t sure if his eyes were open or if they were shut in the midnight blackness of his room. His thoughts wandered away on their own, his desire for sleep growing stronger with each passing idea in his mind.
He was close to sleep. He could feel it, practically taste it on his tongue.
Now on his stomach, his body bundled into a ball, his bleached hair standing out in the dark ball in the night. Breathing deeply, evenly, he heard the source of his lullaby from outside his window.
Outside, he heard the song of a blackbird.
Gerard sighed. Something always kept him up at night.
Rolling onto his back, holding the sheets in his fists by his chin, his eyelids were heavy, though he wasn’t sure if his eyes were open or if they were shut in the midnight blackness of his room. His thoughts wandered away on their own, his desire for sleep growing stronger with each passing idea in his mind.
He was close to sleep. He could feel it, practically taste it on his tongue.
Now on his stomach, his body bundled into a ball, his bleached hair standing out in the dark ball in the night. Breathing deeply, evenly, he heard the source of his lullaby from outside his window.
Outside, he heard the song of a blackbird.