The curtain sways silently
A sprinkling of rain kisses my feet
The wind twists through my room
playfully ruffling my sheets
There’s a ringing in my ears,
A heaviness in my chest
As my bed lurches and groans
like a dingy in rough waters
I fix my eyes on the swaying
tree branches locked in their dance battle,
As the silent storm inside me
circles higher
and higher,
and higher,
Itching to roar out
Suddenly,
there’s a quiet pattering
of feet on my wooden floor,
a graceful waltz up
and my bed stops shaking
His paws come to rest on my stomach,
His head lies on my chest
and scares away the heaviness,
I stroke his fur, ruffle his ears
and watch the trees dance in the rain.
Written by Kriti Gopal for MTTN
Featured Artwork by Manan Chawda for MTTN
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