Midnight Calls

Rated PG 13

Fic101 prompt: Midnight.


The Grandfather clock chimes

Doleful tones in the dark

It’s midnight

The Witching hour

But which hours will I sleep?

I sleep so few.

My mind awash with life and death

and everything in between.

Luke warm coffee, thick as axel grease

I abandon it and turn to the night stars.

It’s always midnight in space

Endless twilight

Secure within our cocoon of counterfeit night

We’re safe.

For now.

I close my eyes and imagine peace.

I feel you near.

Your presence reaches out to me.

Wrapping around me like a cloak

Not imagined.


This is peace.

My love.

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