715am

I can’t sleep.
I couldn’t sleep.
Death kept knocking on my door as I tossed and turned.
I try to silence the noise with the covers over my head but the blankets, supposedly comforting, suffocated my breath.
I lay awake while Death continues to pound on my door.
Louder.
And louder.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Like gun shots on the wood.
How can I sleep with such a racket?
How can I silence it?
I start searching.
Where are they? Where are they?
I look frantically in my room.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Like bombs in a war.
There!
Found them!
But do I really want to do this?
Do I?
I hesitated.
My hands shaking and my cheeks are wet.
Am I ready?
I dropped the bottle. The tiny ovals of poison spilled on my carpet.
Silence.
Quiet.
Restless.
I laid curled on my bed.
715am.

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