1:00 AM Light I Lie. Restless in bed. Each time I feel my eyes droop, I am compelled to watch the golden light beside my bed fade away each time I bundle up in blankets only to realize the perfect seal keeping the solitary 1am light at bay is gone. I fiddle with the strings on my blinds trying to replicate the blinding comfort my bedside sun in a jar had produced. pushing the fidgeting engine beneath my skin towards a moment to lie down I whisper to myself to ignore the ice plunging deep into my pupils yet the pressure of the night creates cracks in the walls lines sewn across imperfect darkness. suffocating in it my night I understand what it must be like to be in a car crash for time to expand like the pupil of my eye and yet I lay lonely.