think.
Those minutes where I’m alone, just me and my pillow. I think. A lot. I think about everything, anything. It varies from “what am I doing with my life” to “Did I have homework?” The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, I think about. Sometimes I hate it because it brings up things I rather never think about again. The split second before sleep is the most active second of my life.
