November 2, ????     4:51 am

Twisting and turning,
The sound of noisy crows were deafening,
Tears and sweat dripped,
The moon was a half,

My eyes were desperate to stay shut,
My ribs were cold,
The soul that rested in the cage of my ribs felt harsh,

It burned,
Burned as in that feeling you get when it's too cold and your body is collapsing.
I knew the crows were getting closer,
Waiting for me to die so they can scavenge on me.

They smelled death,
A sour taste hit my mouth, I knew what it was.
Once it hit me, my bed got less comfortable,
My pillow felt like thorns and my sheets felt like the back of a porcupine.
No matter how much it hurt, I couldn't get myself to get up.
My tears forced my eyes open as I looked at my dim room.

I stared around, getting board at the room i've seen for 5 years.
Gentle purrs were heard beside me, I didn't notice my adorable grey kitten sleeping next to me.

my fingers ran over her fluffy back, long needed comfort hit me.