Some nights pass quicker than others.
With sudden urgency, I awaken early,
Only to sit within the dim silence of the house,
Watching the first pale light of a new day
Gather beyond the window.
There I remain,
Quiet and unmoving,
Until the echoes of nightmare
Fade into numb silence.

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