Its only the wind

I pull the sheets up to my chin. My mother walks in and she kisses me goodnight. I smile and snuggle up into my bed as she leaves and flips out the light. My eyes are closed but my ears are open. I hear the branches of trees outside my window rattling against the siding of our home. I hear the sounds of insects speaking to eachother just outside my room. I roll to my side and I hear the noise that sounds similar to a cat being pressed to its last breathe. I raise up in my bed and I tell myself "Its only the wind...Its only the wind." I remember my mother always telling me that it was Only the wind when I would be scared to fall asleep.

My room fills with an odor of butterscoth and caramel. Smells just like the candies my mother used to make me. She would suprise me before school at times. I had to act suprised, But truth is I could smell them from my room. So I knew what to expect. The air begins to thicken but I know its only the wind playing tricks on me. I look up at the light shade That I can barely see using the Moonlight. It begins to grow a thick Green and the Rooms odor begins to change. The room Goes from the Butterscotch caramel odor to a faint peppermint smell. I see the hall light shine from under my door and I See my mothers shadow flicker on the floor from time to time. Even tho im scared. I don't want to disturb her, She is very busy. Besides, Its only the wind.

Time to lay back down and sleep till morning. I lay and listen to the Floor creak and Crack to my mothers footsteps up and down the hall. The smell of peppermint fills my nostrils and I snuggle in my covers and look towards my window. I close my eyes but I can still see my window. It begins to grow a thick dust and a crack runs down the center like a raind drop falling off from a roof and landing on a blade of grass. I open my eyes but I cant raise my eyelids. I try and I try, But all I see is my clean room grow into an old beaten room. I would love to wake up right now, But I cant seem to Get the strength. I feel as tho my eyes are open, All I see is that molded lap shade, The cracked dusty window, and my mothers shadow running back and forth in the hallway. Why can't I just fall asleep, Or why can't I just wake up.

Time passes, I feel rested. I think to myself "Now, I can open my eyes, I feel refreshed and it looks like the sun is shining threw the dusty old window" I try to open my eyes, But they stay down. It feels as tho they are glued shut, I yell for my mom. The door opens but nobody comes threw. I yell louder and the trees begin to hit my window again causing the screeching sounds of a branch scraping against glass. I Begin to panic, Why can't I function?, Where is my mother?, Why is my room so dirty, I just cleaned it yesterday before dinner, Why was my sleep more like a rest and why is the Peppermint smell in my room? What happened to the Butterscotch and caramel smell that my mother used to make.

As I lay in my bed, I wait for my mom, For I know she will come soon. I pull the sheets up to my chin. I snuggle down in my bed. The trees still crackle, the house still smells, But I am stuck here, With these lasting images in my mind. I feel so numb and I can only feel the images that I see, Even tho my eyes are shut, The images are fresh. I feel panic, But my heart begins to slow down. I stay there as my heart comes to an abrupt stop, But im still able to move. I look to my window where the sun is now gone, The images in my minds all begin to fade. The molded lampshade is now a darkened hole. The crack under my door is now sealed with the blackest tape. I just lay there and say to myself "Its only the wind, Its only the wind."