In The Dark

i thought if i opened my eyes that the sound of the freeway would automatically dissipate. for that millisecond i was in my bedroom, my real bedroom; everything exactly how it should be, exactly as it was. but my eyes are closed, and the reality is that the boys will be returning soon, at least before two am, and the washing machine flooded the whole bathroom. the air is crisp and cold and this is not my room, not my house, not my life. just here.