She jumps up, looks around into the blackness of her room. Her breathing returning normal from panting. She was getting too old to be having nightmares, however it was a nightmare that kept reoccurring. Flashes of memories entered her subconscience, creating waves of emotions that she locked away for a long time.

4:15 am

This is bullshit, she curses herself. Why couldn’t she just simply have a peaceful sleep? She lets out a heavy sigh and falls back on her pillow. The aromatherapy bag that her mother gave her was not working. How could the smell of lavender and sawdust cause her to sleep, she would never know. She turned to her side and looked at the glimmering light from the street light outside her bedroom. Her walls reflected her lamp that sat on her bedside. No, she wasn’t a child anymore, having a nightlight would be useless. She heard the noises of the city, cars driving by, heels of dunking women stumbling by, yes, at times; those were her ticket of a peaceful sleep. However, not tonight. Nor last night, or the few nights before. Her stomach started to turn. The smell of old cigarettes and dirty laundry filled her nose. She only had to be here for another night. Till the last objective was done. Yet, there was something unsure about her last stop.

She had felt these very things before. Premonitions was the very fore front. More of a curse then a gift. She started at the off-white of the wall of her room. The shapes from the outside danced with the shadows in her room. She looked at her clock for some relief.

4:16 am


She turled her thumbs. This wasn’t Christmas, where she was anxious to see what gifts lied under her tree. No, this was stress. Stress always did a number on her, made her drop pounds in needed areas. It also interfered with her sleep.

Para…Para…Paradise. Para…Para..Pardise.

She looked over to see her Iphone glowed the familar tune of Coldplay.


“Tomorrow. Meet at the starbucks on 7th and Market. 12pm”



The last of it, she thought to herself. Before it was all said and done, she had to make one stop, the last objective. And this time, she wasn’t planning on screwing it up. As for now, she needed to sleep. For tomorrow, her life was going to once again, take another direction which she was taking her only baggage with her, misery.

***Just a idea, more or less something that came up in my head while trying to fall asleep**

Peace and Love