In the dead of night she was alone and left to ponder the thoughts filling her brain.
Worries might be a better description, she thought with a sigh.
The worries weren't anything major. Grocery shopping to be done, errands to run, bills to pay to name a few. Still stacked up they left a sour taste in her mouth and a hollow void in her stomach. The feeling churned like storm tossed waves, crashing into her and tossing her like a rag doll. There was no escape in sight, no safe haven offering a moment's peace.
The bed called to her like a siren, promising bliss for a few hours. She resisted. If she went to bed, she'd lay there staring at the ceiling as the worries continued to bombard her. She envied her boyfriend in that moment, already roaming the dreamworld. It never took much for him. His head hit the pillow and in a matter of seconds he was asleep while she lay there and warred with her thoughts.
If only the worries and thoughts would give her some peace. It's all she really wanted, a sign that everything would be okay. The bills would be paid, food would fill the fridge and the pain throbbing in her eye would ease.
Finally, she pulled herself up, trudging to the bedroom. As she settled under the blankets, her boyfriend shifted. Still deep in slumber he pulled her close, wrapping her in warm comfort as if to say, Everything will be alright tomorrow. She sighed as the anxieties of the day lifted away and she fell into a deep sleep filling with green fields and no worries.
I think Bob Marley said it best in Three Little Birds: Every little thing gonna be all right.