“These are the pieces of my youth,
the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations
that defined my coming of age.” 

― Tablo, Pieces of You

Droplets of the rain nearly covered all of the space on my window glass. When it rains, it really pours. At least that was what I thought that night. The cold air hit my bones in a funny way that I immediately pull the covers up to my shoulders. Strange, I thought. I was waiting for the warm to slowly spread through my body, but rather than feeling warm, I felt safe. I'm cold, very cold, but I felt safe. That night I learned that sometimes a thick blanket was all that it takes to get you to sleep, even in the cold, without monsters visiting you in your dreams.

Without you visiting me in my dreams.