In The Quiet of the Night

Five thirty AM found me awake and a little shell shocked. I was awaken by a dream. One about a boy nonetheless. A boy that had given me hope that perhaps, just perhaps I didn't want to look anymore. It has been awhile now but still no news. Just because he doesn't creep into my conversations much these days doesn't mean I'm not thinking about him. It's true then. You can only ignore your subconscious for so long before it manifests itself in one form or another.