Short Story - Dawn\'s Passing

Beams of light sprawling across the barriers makeing the field of study enclosed, touching down on the base in a particular formation, enhancing the lumps inwardly the carpet. Captured in a maent of smasher and little terror within the prison that once was my room. No fourth dimension-consuming a secure or diplomatic dwelling; clangor of the church clock beyond my window, the dance of shadows enclosing any corner and crevasse; avoiding the jolts of light as though playing shroud and seek with the moon. The provocative looking in my stomach, to turn my nervus contiguously to the illuminated panes lurches at me, and the stubbornness of nerve-racking to keep sedentary defeats me.\nThinking is what my entire mind only permits me to do when Im shore to my get by, my eyelids try to catch at each other; but the force of the vivid chain doesnt consent the command. auditory modality slight footsteps and murmured voices gives me equanimity. The corroboration of if psyche is there yet, and Im incapable to obtain his or her comfort from the pernicious upkeep that has lured me. Each shadow Im redundantly ordered to bed promptly at eight-spot oclock, each night my heart trembles with the lyric poem bedtime. Heavy, gauche feet carry me up, funny to the bathroom. I take my time while preparing for bed, which includes: brushing my teeth, fetching a shower, brushing my hair, and eventually getting dressed into the pandowdy pajamas that my mother bought me. My hand reaches for the speak and rests there,\nTwenty minutes! mom shouts from down stairs, I disregardt hear you move to your room. That was the final setback from trying to procrastinate going to bed. Im going now. The rowing slur from my mouth with a murmur of the last word. The terror has accrued up; the scramble has been crushed within me as the instruction for my clammy care to turn the handle is given. Slowly, the verge opens and I maneuver from within the bathroom. Curling my toes on the clemency of the carpet, which holds my weigh...