She can't sleep.
She sits up in front of a screen,
surrounded by darkness,
wearing a white t-shirt.
Hair messy from tossing and turning,
Ears ringing with music not yet listened to,
Memories fading,
past the screen and into the night.
She looks at her desk,
cluttered with things,
her clock sits next to her watch,
both vying for attention,
but she doesn't notice the time.
A bottle of moisturizer, her drivers liscence,
bracelets, books...a ring.
Cd cases and a lock she hasn't returned to the gym,
her space is so full, she cant even see the deep brown of her desk,
she would turn on the tv, but she already knows nothing is on,
would read that book but she knows how it ends.
Phsycic? ....jaded.