3 A.M

The clock ticks three and as like she has never seen a dark, she frowns

Wrapped in a heavy quilt that presses her like she is no alone

Eyes that shine in a dim light from a place she wont be heard if she shouted

She dares enough to look out, a heavy wind blow gives her hair a spare

She then shallows seeing what gives her a feeling of a scary presence

Oh, she beats harder, frighten to death
Calms down herself as the sound of wind  gradually rests

The curtains moves no longer, still as it is

She gets up to turn the light on, danger that's running around if she can skip

a glass of water that goes to her belly
She feels it all one by one as she drinks it slowly

Fearing her own heartbeat that felt like a noise that moment

She is back to bed, she then leans

clock ticks 5 and her breathes are back again