I used to have trouble sleeping at night. I would lay awake and look out my window counting stars because sheep never seemed to work.
"1, 2, 3, 4...."
My soft counting woke you up one night, so you walked down the hall and slowly opened my door to find my tiny body sitting in front of my window. At first, you looked puzzled but soon you realized what I was doing.
With an almost silent chuckle, you glided over to me and starting humming a song. One that I still remember to this day. I often hum it to myself when I'm thinking of you.
Your humming lulled me to sleep in just a few minutes and when I woke the next morning, I was filled with more energy than ever before.
From that night on you either hummed to help me sleep, or you played some sort of white noise.
When the officer came over to tell dad and me what had happened, all I could hear was your song.
A steady white noise drowning out the rest of the world.
YOU ARE READING
building bridges
Short StoryFire can devour and destroy objects in a matter of minutes and it seems as if it has done exactly this to Constance's life. The young girl finds her world rapidly falling apart when one of her parents is killed in a car accident. With the help of a...
