Something I wrote

Thomas laid down in his cool empty room to rest. He closed his eyes hoping his sleep would finally take over his restless mind, freeing him from his endless thoughts. As he closed his eyes, his thoughts grew louder. Dancing around his head as if they were marching through a ballet number in his brain. Feelings of anxiety and uneasiness fell upon him, slowly growing stronger. Will this ever end? Trying to calm himself, he thought of the things surrounding him. His desolate house filled with sleeping family members, who all felt so distant and unapproachable. The quiet hum of his air conditioner blasting cool air around his room. The seemingly inaudible roar of cars and trucks racing down the freeway, moving further and further away, made him feel isolated from the world. The flock of birds that sit on the tree outside of his window singing a warm and beautiful motif. As if they were mocking his sorrow with a vibrant and blissful tune. Thomas, now in a calmer state, sat and wondered if he’d ever find a flock to sing within harmony? What will tomorrow bring? The days that follow? The years ahead of him? He felt a subtle beam of warmth hit his arm, lazily opening his eyes to see what it was. Unexpectedly, he saw the sun was peeking out from the horizon, looming over him. Another restless night has passed. He heard his parents preparing for another tedious day with laughter and joy. The jubilation of his parents drifted towards Thomas, making him smile. He thought to himself, today he is alive and in the house with loved ones. It is a perfect summer morning: the sun rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stared into the sky, he watched as the blinding light from the sun slowly melted the stars away. As the light from the sun takes over the dark night he thinks to himself, there are twice as many stars as usual.