lying like lead in the depths of my stomach was dread.
dread that something was happening that i couldn't prevent.
something that would steal from me.
something that would hurt as time travels passed.
i lay down under the protection of fabric and warmth.
hoping that dread will grow bored of me.
wander off to another unsuspecting soul.
he sticks close.
whispering.
i do the only thing i know.
not sure if i believe anymore.
i stare into the void of the ceiling.
i whisper to anything that will hear my plea.
i beg in hushed tones for protection over what i love.
waiting for response.
waiting for reply.
all that bounces back is silence.
nothing.
i ponder if i have done it wrong?
did i say it aloud or in my mind?
still silence.
i just lye there.
hoping that dread will just leave me be.
restless, impatient.
i close my eyes.
lay there until sleep conquers my restless mind.
dread smiles at me as he strolls onto his next appointment.
