paix

i got in bed last night and pulled out the perfect journal and the perfect pen and started writing. i don't even know what i wrote about i just know i was writing for a while, and at one point i had tears streaming down my face. if i could remember why...i would share. my hands seemed like the couldn't write fast enough to keep up with the thoughts racing through my head. i might have missed words here and there, missed punctuation, spelling, formatting. but its a journal and its mine to format as i please, so rest your judgments.
i closed the journal up, curled up into a ball, closed my eyes and just lay there. i laid there, under my down comforter which is no longer the crisp white it once was even with the protection of a cover. my face nuzzled in my chest with my forehead resting on my knees. my arms wrapped tightly around my calves. bringing them in close to me in fear if i loosened my grip i would fall to pieces. i laid there and rocked myself to sleep. i only slept for about 45 minutes, but it was peaceful.