Chocos are my designated late night snacks.

As everyone is lost in sweet slumber, I lay awake. The pitter patter of my fingers racing across the keyboard instills a sort of eeriness. To numb out the sound, I play some music. 
I pull my knees up towards myself and wrap my hands around my legs. Melodies play into my eardrums. As I bring my forehead forward to rest upon my knee, I feel goosebumps running down my back. In moments like this, I feel so alone. Like I'm the only person in the entire world. My bright red phone  lies next to my foot. Is it dead? Not a single call. Not a single text. The instant this thought enters my mind, I can feel the bed vibrate. A message. Who could it be? Airtel? Pet store? *Sigh*
:) Oh it's you. I've used the word best friend so often but it never actually applied to any of them. But you truly are my best friend. You are one of the very few people that listen to my silly problems and one of the few that I trust. I hope we never stop talking because I consider you as family. 
The dull light from the light bulb manages to fill a small area of the room in an orange tint. I trace the goosebumps along my arms as I glance up at the ceiling. If I could just reach up to the heavens. My hands become numb as I sit still. I try to get sensation back as I fling my hands back and forth. Pain shoots through my right arm and wrist. I guess I still haven't fully recovered from the accident. I wet my dehydrated lips as I look for my chapstick. The smell of shampoo still lingers in my hair. Flowery. 

'You're from the seventies but I'm a 90's kid'- Icona Pop

All of a sudden, I feel like dancing. With my hands raised above my head, my body swaying to the music, my lips manage a small smile.  

A yawn escapes my mouth and water forms in my eyes. Guess I'm sleepier than I thought. The percussion keeps me awake for now. Who needs drugs when you have music. This guy I know always said that he had a feeling that I'm one of the few girls he knows who'd probably look good headbanging to music. I don't know about him but I find that hard to believe. But that doesn't stop me now. No one can see me. I'm really getting used to being alone. I hope I learn to like it soon enough. 
A teddy bear stares at me dead in the eye questioning me with it's beady (literally) little brown eyes. I stare back  for a few seconds. Since I was a little girl, if I kept a teddy next to me as I was falling asleep, it would always end up on the floor a couple of feet away from the bed. Guess we don't get along. 

'Insanity why are you my clarity?'- Zedd

Good Night. :)

-V