dystychia

Night (Reader x xxx) I`m tired and lay in my bed. Suddenly I`m wide awake again. I`m starring at the ceiling, try to sort my thoughts. But I can`t stop thinking about the events of today. I toss about. The Ideas in my head are like a knife, wich is slicing my chest. I wish I could scream to get rid of my anger, my hate, my fear. I press myself against the wall...will I wake up again? You climb in my bed and whisper gently my name. I take your hand. I can feel you smile. I lay my head on your chest. The last thing I feel, before I fall asleep is your kiss on my forehead. ------------- Sorry if there are any mistakes.