Rated PG 13
Fic101 prompt: Midnight.
The Grandfather clock chimes
Doleful tones in the dark
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
Secure within our cocoon of counterfeit night
I close my eyes and imagine peace.
I feel you near.
Your presence reaches out to me.
Wrapping around me like a cloak
This is peace.