Sam
Ceiling Cracks
I studied the ceiling tirelessly. All the cracks and crevices connecting into an endless series of pictures. This is what I do when I can't sleep; won't sleep.
Wait. There. What's that?
It's an S.
This is why I couldn't sleep, didn't dare to dream. Because I would see him again. I could feel his breath whispering onto my neck. But it had lost its warmth, now only a cold ghost haunting me in this empty room. I wrapped my arms around my middle and closed my eyes. Please Sam, leave me alone. You're dead, just leave me alone.
Wait. There. What's that?
It's an S.
This is why I couldn't sleep, didn't dare to dream. Because I would see him again. I could feel his breath whispering onto my neck. But it had lost its warmth, now only a cold ghost haunting me in this empty room. I wrapped my arms around my middle and closed my eyes. Please Sam, leave me alone. You're dead, just leave me alone.