We Don't Deserve It

The feeling, when it comes, is nearly impossible to be imagined by or described to those who have not felt it before. It assaults her body and her mind simultaneously. She is left crippled and nauseated, without hope or happiness. There is frustration, too;  an overwhelming feeling that escape from the burdens of those failings, those setbacks, those countless obstacles which have been amplified a thousand-fold would be easily reached if only she could find her way out. But there is no out, and she lies immobile on her bed instead, unwashed and unfed. Isolated and choking on tears that never come. Waiting for a future that could not possibly be any worse; for tomorrows that, as far as she's concerned, have all ended today.

I Travel Through Time

Down the quiet hallway and up the silent steps he crept so as not to disturb the sleeping occupants of the house. Like a thief or assassin through darkness and dust to his bed tucked in a tight corner. And alone he wrapped himself in blankets of many colors. And alone he let his thoughts drift from a head pillow-bound to other places and times. The flickering of a streetlight in time to the pulse he can hear throbbing within his own head. 

And so he closes his eyes and hopes.