Slept late last night.

Eyes still puffy from crying all night.

***

I lie in my bed listening on the soft drizzle beating down the roof, the continuous hum of the fan, the soft lullaby across Paulo’s room and the muffled sound of the television in the living room.

I felt myself drifting from the thin thread of consciousness into the welcoming arms of the subconscious realm, amidst the cacophony of sounds drowning my ears.