A State of Fragile Unconsciousness

when the day is done
and i lay me down,
i sit alone in my lonely bed.
i think about the day we had and it makes me sad cause you're gone.
when the day is done
and i lay me down,
the sheets are cold and your space is dark.
i hear you whisper something sweet,
but it doesn't move any nerves in me.

- wandering star, poliça

written for this contest with this picture.