I remember when I slept everything was so silent and dead. I was so stressed and sad. I had a bad day and a bad evening completely messed up. All alone I was in bed with tears, my tissues and some anxious breaths. I was breathing but choking too.
With whom I could share what happened to me, why I was like that. I grabbed my diary, unlocked it along with my heart and some more tears. I don’t remember when I slept.
Tears were dried but again became wet. I sat and saw a face in black mirror, it was the face of a sad and irritated girl who was once very happy. I could see swollen eyes, black patches were around my eyes, pale cheeks, lips dried and silence shining bright.
On a cosy morning, I slept in my blanket. Flipping pages of one book clashing with pages of another book of mine. At the end those pages stroked with some highlighters and coloured pens. My spectacles were peeping, inside the photo talking to my diary. Two cushions were expelled from my world, my bed. My mother’s lap was under my head. I slept in white pyjamas and an oversize t-shirt in red.
I heard music which was soothing to my ears. My wind chimes were calling me. Curtain fluttered and kissed my face as after so long we met. I opened my eyes, or said I was booked for another day. I peeped out of the blanket and I found hope. I saw a face in a pure white mirror, it was the face of a happy and peaceful girl who was once very sad. I could see shining eyes, confident glow on face, lips smiling wide and new energy was in the attire of positive vibes.
A heavily clouded night turned into a clear inviting morning. My body absorbed the energy sent by the Universe for me. I got a new chance to bloom, with equivalent possibilities of experiencing more cloudy nights. But no matter how long the darkness stays at the end, brightness overtakes the journey of our life. I experienced trips to mornings from nights. I like the change of vibes happening within my heart within my mind.
