About Last Night – 3AM on a Monday

Author: Ana Oleart

I lay still in the middle of the night. I reach for the phone on my nightstand: 3am on a Monday, great. 

Your heavy breathing, unperturbed by my insomnia, is the only sound in the cold still night. That and the changing numbers and dancing lights on my phone are the only things making me aware of the passing time. 

I feel trapped. I wish I could get up and leave. Walk out on you in the middle of the night like I’ve thought of a thousand times now. The idea of it scary and comforting all at once, enough to keep me from doing it. I could if I wanted to, that’s enough right? 

How did it come to this?  

a year ago

I lay still in the middle of the night. I reach for the phone on my nightstand: 3am on a Monday, great. 

Everything is incredibly quiet, the world outside my window completely still. Has it even been moving at all lately? I haven’t checked. 

I feel trapped. The days blend into one another, Monday the same as Saturday. I should just get up and change something. 

But what? 

six months ago

I lay still in the middle of the night. I reach out for the phone on my nightstand: 3am on a Monday, great. 

At least you are next to me, your breathing comforting in these late night insomnia episodes. Everything seems to be moving so quickly lately. It was only yesterday I didn’t know your name. It’s funny how these things happen. 

I feel free. Or at least I think I do. Everything is new and exciting, everyday different from the next, time is moving again. 

But for how long? 

3:05am on a Monday

About last night

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