It’s 5 am. The house is quiet, with nothing but the gentle whirr of the air conditioner, and an occasional truck passing by outside. The sun is still sleeping, leaving the stars scattered across the dark indigo sky. You’re wearing a sweatshirt that’s so big your body gets lost in the fabric. It feels... safe. And it’s times like these, when the world is still, when it’s just you, all by yourself, when you can peacefully untangle the knots in your head, when there’s nothing to think about, nothing to do, nothing to feel, it’s times like these you think Everything will be alright.
