Late Night Scramble

As you enter my room you notice one thing, it's pitch black but you kind of expect it when its this late at night. I try not to make any noise as I tiptoe across the cold hard floorboards, but I stand on a piece of unforgiving lego left for dead on the floor. It makes me let out a little yell that echoes off the ugly pale white walls. I make it to the soft silky bed barely harmed compared to some nights.

I lay my head down on the spongy green tri pillow and drift off into a light sleep, but that is soon interrupted by the loud vibrating of my phone on the bedside table. I dont want to, but I feel I have to reach over and check the stupid thing. As I do, the sharp light pierces the hanging darkness in my room. I cant see because of the sudden change of lighting, so I flick it off and stare into the thick darkness which leads into a deep sleep.