Pink.
I see pink.
The smell of the pillow under my nose.
It makes me forget.
It makes me at peace.
Trying to feel the presence
Of the soft cushion underneath.
Support.
Fatigue.
It takes a while before I close my eyes.
Embracing the silence I've never had.
For the good.
For the worse.
I dream of good things.
"Few more minutes."
Five.
Four.
Three.
Realizing and remembering..
It is actually,
Black.
