When it’s all over, I walk slowly up my creaking stares. I tiptoe like I did as a child, scared that I might wake someone but I know I can’t wake the dead.
My room is dark, lit only by a candle next to my bed, and what normally would feel gloomy felt comfortable. Peaceful. For once, my mind had gone silent.
I make my way to the window and sit. I remember looking out this window as a child, but...