Every night, the same routine. I look out the window. Watch the lights of the other buildings. I imagine it's all a complicated code that unlocks the night's scary secret. I think about the secrets behind the lit windows, the people who sleep with the lights on because it makes them feel less alone, the people who sleep with arms and legs entwined but still feel adrift and lonely, people who cry themselves into restless dreams or stay awake to avoid guilt filled nightmares. I wonder about everyone else's secrets because it keeps me from thinking about my own.
by © Anisha Tagore (12)
Lomond School, Argyll and Bute
Competition - Mini Monologues
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