Roseline Angelina Black.
It's dusk when I make up my mind to go to "my" room, the library finally freeing me of its calming arms to enter into the land of distress that is my mind. The darkness of the early morning mixed with the rising calls of birds give me a strange kind of comfort as I absorb it into my being, trying and failing to become one of the drops of dew that disappears by noon.
My body hums with the distinct but obvious tune of fatigue as I cover the few steps of darkness that separate me from the bed. Once on the comfy surface, my headache flares like the stretch of a siren's gown, pounding nails in my overloaded mind.
I take a deep breathe, trying to calm the frantic of my heart and the upcoming flight of tears that threaten to fall by the stinging in my nose. I try to no
