Tick tock. Tick tock.
The hand count down the hours and minutes until it begins.
Hands clinging tight to sheets. Searching. Searching for some kind of comfort.
A moment of calm is all it takes. A brief glimpse and it will be done.
The rising and falling of each breath.
Slamming down against the coolness.
Soon it will begin. Soon it will end.
Then it never comes.