It is how my mind is back in the moonlight at 2 a.m. in those chill mountains. I was sitting on the bed with a sleepy comfort in the chill atmosphere and the sounds of snoring companions. I never understood how much information my senses took in and how little I thought I was present. I was aware of every moon ray passing through the small windows with no curtains, the feeling of a woollen blanket against my legs, and the hardwood around me. The smell of a damp old atmosphere with a whiff of frigid air suspended in that attic room. The sound of mountain insects and the slight breathing sounds of my sleeping counters. The quiet sound of a movie going on my brother's phone across the area where he slept while watching. The sound of my voice asking, "Are you awake too?" With no sound echoing an answer, I left the bed to turn his phone off and wrap him up. Again, the warm wood with a touch of coldness greeted my soles, and I tiptoed to the other corner. I wrapped him in a sleeping embrace. I walked aimlessly and silently, like a ghost. It was comfortable to be awake in that attic loft with my siblings and cousin sleeping, alone but not lonely. I got lost in my thoughts. I desired a hot drink but did not indicate an action to get it. Only if it magically appears in my hands at that moment. I longed to embrace that I desired no more and stood in the wooden attic with the moon as my only awake friend. I am sometimes taken back to this time as a source of comfort for people, with no expectation of entertaining them or talking. It is the best combination for my heart, which longs for company and wishes no further actions but comfortable silence. My mind did not fear the foreign darkness because of the snores of others and danced in the moonlight, hoping for every second to stretch beyond what it was supposed to and take me along.
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