Otherworldly

I feel separated today. Sleep didn’t come until 4 a.m. because I could hear papa’s snoring downstairs, rattling my brains around. This spoiled my delve into the world of nighttime music, where the sweetest, softest melodies caress my skin and send tingles up and down my spine. I woke up to the clock reading 7:15, too late to have any hope of making it to school on time. I burst into tears on the spot, still soft and sleepy-headed from my three hours of colliding dreams. Sobs exploded out of my lungs as something finally broke. I cried the tears I’ve been holding in for quite some time.
And then I got vilely ill, prompting me to crawl back into my warm blankets and sleep until 11 o’clock. No school for me today. I immersed myself into a novel and lukewarm coffee, with my cat curled up contentedly at the edge of my bed. I don’t know where I go from here. Therapy, I suppose.
My head is cotton-filled with the sad melodies I played on the piano, though they were awkward and terribly out of key. I feel sleepy and slow and sad, and I don’t mind.
<3 Amanda