I lay there pensive,gazing at the labyrinth of polystyrene torn tiles that created my refuge.Voices reverberated downstairs.A low monotone tenor interuppted by a shrill and desperate cry.
I huddled into the soft feathery down.Comforted and protected I sank below the surface of my consciousness waiting for dreams to consumemy darkest fears.I moved my arm Tentatively and grasped the solid warm oak of the headboard above.Feeling the familiar map of the uneven grain,I slowly counted the concealed notches beneath.
An eerie silence consumed my sanctuary,as the stinging truthmade it impossible to exhale.....