At Night

Soft lights evade the curtains,
Landing on the plain white wall.
A few shadows dance to the wind,
But the night is quiet.

My head lies heavy on the pillow in the dark.
The covers wrap my body awake,
Too warm, too cold, no in-between.
My eyes fight for one last look at the beam of light.

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