The cacophony of shattered glass was loud enough to wake up the entire town. Fear froze me in my warm cozy sheets, where I was just tucked in with love and laughter. This happens every time, but why is it always unexpected? Why does it startle me every time? Who knew voices could carry way more bass than a speaker ever could? I stay put as I can audibly hear every inch of my beloved home be torn apart. Blood curdling screams annihilate any trace of peace from my space. I’m finally able to move, the deafening sound of hatered became unbearable, someone has to make sure everything’s okay. Who better than a child.. right? Except all I did was give myself a front row seat to the war that happening in my home. Siblings try to hold me as I watch the plot unfold, hoping that a warm embrace would make me feel safe.

I’m now older. I’ve made it my mission to keep chaos as far as possible. Call me an orchestrator of peace if you will. I masterfully craft my days with slow mornings and cozy evenings. No one near me to interrupt my sleep. I trapped myself in my space. A blessing? A curse? Who knows.. but I’ll be here alone and in silence.. just the way I like it.