The curtain fell, and the earth rose, compressing the gap called day. I sit in my canvas cave reflecting on the last hours, and of what the next hours bring. Exposed in my sensitivity, the elements take center stage, for now, and I, I am but a speck locked away behind the fragile toothline guarding the way in, keeping me safe within.

It sure is dark outside. The leaves rattle unseen. The army follows its invisible trail, greeting its brethren in its search, unseen in the midst of grass, leaf, and twig. The moon has stayed home tonight, and with it, its light, closeted for the night’s black. The only things seen are the tiny pinpoints in the deep sky, and the soft hue that silhouettes my hovel.

The day took its toll. After finding the one I love most, cold. I cannot bear another sigh, another cry. I slunk away unseen. This dark night, so black, black and cold, wraps its arms around me. I am alone here, there.

Tonight, I wait, and wonder if tomorrow will change the events of today. For tonight, I hide safely within myself, within the cloak of night. Outside – in my temporary shroud. I hope they don’t come for me, too.